Wasted…

Pic stolen from stcmloba
Appah! What a weekend! It was definitely one of the best Roy-Tho cricket matches ever, if not the best. Wednesday night was a bit of a warm up with the promo at Echelon pub. Too much beer, woke up the next morning and worked on the presentation that was due. Got that done and over with and headed for the match. Usual scene, started with drinks and had some herbal supplements as well. They say that time flies when you are having fun, but hell it was slow as ever. I was having a lot fun, but time was crawling. I checked my watch around 12.30pm ish and then checked again after what I thought was a few hours at least, and the time was still 2pm. Wtf? This trend continued on throughout the night. Post match drinks at SSC and then D and I headed for RnB. Picked up some jeans from his house and walked in. It was dead. A few people in office clothes having a drink but that was it. There was no music or anything. WTF? I swear it was at least 11.30pm ish. I check my watch and it was only 9pm. FUCK! Went to Pilla, ate and came home…. My parents had a very shocked look on their faces when they saw me come home at 10.30 on big match day.

Friday was awesome too. Same shit. Fun. fun. fun. Post match rendezvous at R’s and more herbs. I love laughing for no reason at all. Everything is so damn funny I tell you. Eat at Rahima and home. Tired.

Saturday is a blazing, blitzing blur of things. T-shirts off, jumping around in mud, pouring beer on people’s head, splashing mud on everyone around… I was tripping… properly. Ate a lot of Nasi Goureng at CR which calmed things down. But since I was soaking wet from head to foot, I decided to call it a night again and come home and get some sleep, especially since I have an assignment due on Tuesday morning.

You gotta love the big match. You meet all or most of your friends from school and it’s all about catching up. The nerds from way back then have come to their senses after 8 years and are seen sprawled on the ground, puking their guts out in true Royal-Thomian fashion. I honestly pity the people who don’t do this at least once a year. Once a year when you get to become whoever you wanna be. No strings attached, no responsibilities; nothing. Just insane, mad, crazy fun… I love it!