Bah humbug.
This will go down as a legendary day.
You know how Friday the 13th is supposed to be unlucky? Never really was for me. Till 13th February 2009. Black Friday for me.
Things didn't start out too well. I was supposed to shift apartments that day, which the operators of the apartments assured me would be relatively painless. All I needed to do was to pack my stuff and leave it in a corner. Well I had more then a few things so I emailed one of the employees telling her that I had left some food in the fridge that I need moving as well.
I waited for confirmation for the whole day but to no avail. About knocking off time, I was starting to get a wee bit worried as there was still no news on either the shifting being completed or what the new key code for the next apartment was. So I sent an email to their general email and almost immediately I got a response telling me that my luggage was too big for them to move. They then asked me to go to the apartment to move it myself.
Being the nice guy that I was, I decided to go over to shift it myself. This despite the new apartment being a 8 min walk away. I reached the apartment block and couldn't find anybody. I ended up calling the apartment people and they told me they would call over and ask what was happening. Just then, a guy how was standing there came up to me and asked if I was the one about to shift apartments. Giving him an affirmative, he told me that the lift had brokedown and the cleaners were actually stuck in the lift. Luckily they had left the luggage up on the second floor. So I had to drag my luggage down from the second floor.
To my chagrin, the actually threw away all the food in the fridge. Sigh.
So I went to meet a bunch of friends to drown my sorrows in alcohol. Idiots ordered way too much (which is kind of the point most of the time I guess) and I ended up drunk and trying to get home. I don't often get that drunk and have to travel back so it was pretty much an alien affair. Getting on the tram and being too drunk to stand, I stumbled onto a seat. Unfortunately it was facing backwards. Things didn't start to well when after a particular violent stop by the tram, I pretty much puked all over myself, much to the disgust of the person sitting next to me. Mumbling a simple sorry, I reached down to grab a Macdonalds paper bag that was lying there, in preparation for the next puke.
It didn't come.
Reaching my stop, I managed to get off and immediately started puking again. Into a paper bag. That is made of paper and gets really flimsy when soaked with water. Which promptly exploded in a shower of alcohol, meat patty, lettuce, tomatoes and god knows what else.
Somehow, in between all that, I managed to get back home, dump all my clothes the washing machine, puke some more, take a bath, brush my teeth and fall into a drunken sleep.
When I woke up, I realized I had managed to lose my denture somewhere along the way. I have no idea where. And thus I am severely unpresentable right now, a sullen husk unwilling to talk least my gap is exposed.
Black Friday indeed.
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