The Evils of Zeta

My mind went numb two Fridays ago at our usual oasis. For the first time ever, 1st half shot of my favorite cocktail made me a state of blank – and I thought I was just feeling tired and sleepy! Darn it!

Last thing I recalled was slurping the 3rd shot and then click! I just switched off. All that Vanilla Cheesecake I had went straight out from my system. Spent Satu-day sleeping like a log. By the time I woke up, it was past 5pm, phone stats 23 unanswered calls, one *oh, shit!* missed lunch, rescheduled dinner appointment and then hanged out with Zeta kakis at Cynna Bar instead.

Oh, here’s a little note if you plan to visit Cynna Bar. Look out for two snobbish doorbitches - they don't scratch but they are brilliant in making you feel like you're big nothing/you don't exist/you're scum of the earth, I kid you not. Just two really fuglies with 5 inches of make-up to cover loads of facial potholes.

Ughh!

Friday after the 3rd shot was like a big chunk of lost memory in my mind now. I think I’m gonna swear off alco for like ... oh well, just a month will do teehee.. Alco-thought makes me sicko sicko pucko.

Kids, the lesson to learn here is never drink alco on empty stomach.

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