Fiona made a comment at last night’s gathering/Margie’s birthday celebration that every birthday’s memorable. And indeed it was, for Margie’s 25th.
In usual fashion where the buddies treat the birthday queen to endless rounds and variety of drinks, Margie fell flat after a glass of white, a pint of beer, a shot of lemon & a flaming tower (which got almost everyone’s attention when she performed that stunt). It was 9.30pm, the band was just getting started (the MAIN reason why I was there), and we highlighted to her that she needed to stay sober for the cake cutting (and we were really looking forward to getting a slice of that Mango cheesecake). But she felt queasy and decided to try her luck puking at the drain behind we proceed with the next step.
30 minutes later, after cam-whoring with the birthday cake which was clearly melting, and saying Hi to someone familiar; we finally coaxed the birthday girl back to the table telling her she probably wasn’t at her limit to puke anything out yet and that she’ll probably feel better after having a slice of that birthday cake (she kinda screamed at the sound of “cheesecake”. LOL).To our horror, Margie started to lean towards the cake (as the waitress was preparing to light the candles) and started puking gently onto the base plate. The rest of us were pretty much speechless, stumped and giggled insanely before clearing up the mess; while a very embarrassed Margie apologized for potentially spoiling the appetite of the surrounding diners before being prompted to clean up… We later learnt from Fiona that during the ‘cleaning up’ at the back, puke round 2 happened.
None of us dared touch the remaining drinks on the table after that, sprayed a tonne of perfume to mask whatever smell before ordering rounds of shots & house pours – this time EXCLUDING Margie for fear of a 3rd or 4th vomit round. Poor Margie felt bad while we laughed on & reminisce how something memorable would also happen during a birthday celebration: Fiona’s always getting very drunk, knocking into things and needing my husband to carry her 5 floors up to her home; I’m always screaming and giggling myself like a fool in front some good-looking band member/patron/waiter + forcing everyone to camwhore along with me; Margie’s always falling asleep after the 2nd glass while the rest of us would get horribly drunk…etc.
It was awesome being able to catch up with the girls despite such a late arrangement to meet. We talked & laughed so much. Freaked out at how fast time has passed and how old we were becoming!
I enjoyed myself tremendously (wished we were back to the good ol’ school days), and am definitely looking forward to the next meet-up and our planned holiday!