Kitteh and I were always talking about how we’ve become a “boring couple” since we got together. We used to go clubbing all the time or to bars or all sorts of different things when we were still dating. But now all we do is watch TV at home or tap away on our computers. So on Malaysia Day Eve this week Kitteh and I decided to go with some of the Nuffies to Velvet. The plan was to go just for a while and just have a few drinks since I had to dial in to a conference call early the next morning. That plan though, went out the window when we got there.
We bumped into some friends who were celebrating a birthday so drinks were going around like Coke bottles being filled on a conveyor belt. I can’t remember how many drinks I had but I remember feeling a kick by the time I got to the champagne. Finally the clock hit 1.30AM and Kitteh came up to me saying that she wasn’t feeling well. I decided to call it a night and told my friends that I was leaving… I was met with a few “WHAT?!?! SO EARLYY?!?!” and “LAST DRINK LAST DRINK!!!”.
After the goodbyes we stumbled out of Velvet (Zouk), walking past the Ferraris, Lambos and SLs parked outside. I was admiring the cars when I happened to notice that the cars were all slightly and slowly swaying left to right. Then it hit me, the cars weren’t moving.. my head was. I knew then I was totally unfit to drive home…. legally and even practically. I had a flashback to a conversation I had with Kitteh a few hours ago before we left for Zouk. I was suggesting that we didn’t drive but have a friend pick us up.
Her reply:
“Nooo laaah! No need lahh! I drive la I drive.. you can drink.”.
Back in present time, I took a look at Kitteh and she looked so drunk I was sure she wasn’t even in a position to ride one of these tricycles let alone drive a car.
Fortunately I didn’t listen to her. So my friend dropped us back.
At my front door, I was fidgeting with my house keys when Kitteh told me
“Baby faster open the door, I need to puke”.
Normally upon hearing declarations like this I would freak out and kick the door open or something. In that instance though, I don’t know if it was the alcohol hardening my nerves or something but I somehow didn’t think then that it would be a big deal even if she threw up all over me. Plus it was so hard trying to get a key into a keyhole when you’re high. When I finally did, Kitteh shoved the door open and ran for the living room toilet. By the time I closed the front door behind us I heard her puking from the toilet. My first instinct was to walk to the toilet to see if Kitteh was okay but my body wouldn’t let me. I needed to go pass out somewhere, preferably my bed so that I wouldn’t wake up with a bruise on my head. So I just went upstairs and was about to collapse on to my bed before I realized that I hate smelling of smoke and sleeping on my bed. So I dragged my drunk ass to the shower, forced a quick shower and even brushed my teeth. By the time I got out of the shower, Kitteh was passed out on the bed. I tucked her telling her to sleep but she said “Nooo!! I need to get up to shower”.
I told her she didn’t need to and after that… I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning fortunately with no hangover and in time to dial into my 10AM conference call. It was a public holiday in Malaysia but the Nuffies overseas were all working so I had to dial-in. Kitteh got up shortly after me and we both laughed about the night before. We agreed that was the most drunk we’ve been in a long time. It was certainly our first time being… drunk couple.
Timothy Tiah – Co-Founder of Colony, Kuala Lumpur Co-Working Space