As someone who on an average doesn’t drink all that much (god promise!) it seemed inevitable then that I would proceed to get incoherently smashed. I remember the party until my third drink and since I drink very very fast, it probably hit me very very fast and I remember nothing from thence onwards.
These are the allegations made towards my behavior:
Some claimants have led me to believe that I insisted on a flaming shot, which turned out to be half a lota of neat Smirnoff. Claimants also claim that I had 3 of these (after my self poured 3 drinks)
After this I jumped around butting into conversations that 'luckily amused people' says one rather snide claimant.
After this it was midnight and cake cutting time. There was incidentally another boy whose birthday it was and claimants say I was excessively rude to this boy as I felt like he was stealing my thunder. Infact I blew out second set of candles that were lit for him. He scowled at me for rest of party. I deeply empathize with boy who shares my birthdate, but please get your own party saar!
One sober rather trustworthy claimant claims that I went over to mid level famous director and did nazar uthaaring hand motions and tweaked his moustaches. This distresses me immensely. Can never show face again.
Then another trustworthy almost not drunk flatmate claims that after I had puked and she was helping me wash up in the bathroom I opened top half of slinky dress and showed off breast pads proudly to show they hadn’t fallen off. She was just thankful I didn’t do it outside of bathroom.
After that as I sobered up, I only remember having minor heart-attacks every time the door bell rang thinking it was society chairman who lived next door standing outside with cops. I am still shocked that there have been no complaints, as party was very loud, so loud that people searching for house on main road were guided inside to house by sound only. I have new found appreciation for my society peoples.
Downsides were :
There were many cute mens who I didn’t know. But now with my ridiculous behavior I fear I have scared them off.
Slinky dress was worn thinking I won’t get drunk and will behave demurely by crossing legs, adjusting straps every two minutes etc. but am now left scared have shown peoples all I have to offer.
It was a swell birthday though. I was surrounded by my favorite people, I didn’t have any “oh he didn’t come, he didn’t call” moments of depression (because there is no him for once). Also because on the day you do finally turn 25, it makes 26 look sooo far away!!(yes yes fellow flatmate you can hate me for that but you know it's so true)