At 13 bottles we decided to call it a night.

I don’t know how the beer flowed but there were 4 of us drinking: Blaise, Carms, Glenn and your truly.

Carms has already confessed to cheating her way here. And Glenn really lagged behind. So Blaise and I drank a big, big fraction.

1 Bottle = 1 Liter. 13 Bottles = 13 Liters. By the time the RH (Red Horse) kicked (pun very much intended) in, I’ve managed to log in about 4 back flip attempts while Carms plunged in plakda fashion countless times. Blaise cannot let go.

“Bend your knees. Straighten your arms. Tuck your head. Let go.”

Wild and wet. That night.

I woke up feverish and with a massive hangover. And I had a frisbee game that morning.

I am strong. Effin strong.