Smashing... Smashed.

As I've said, it was a smashing Friday.

All because the meeting had finally ended, and because we all ended up smashed that night.


It started out fine. The bunch of us beer-guzzling office folks.







Then the monkeys turned up. And the fun began.










Then the photog started giving instructions to the 'models' on the poses he wanted. Actually, I was the one who gave the instructions and insisted on being the model as well. Ha.

The "washing powder" look. That is, "selling washing powder".




The "you-did-something-really-bad-and-your-parents-found-out-about-it" look.




The "silly fish" look.




And then, when the pints kept coming non-stop, the gay shots started appearing.







There were many other incriminating shots but I would be too embarrassed to show them off.

The bill came up a hefty sum. We put it all on my card, and we simply assumed Boss would sign it off.

I bledy hope so.


In my drunken stupor, I made a silly bet with the friends at Ice Cold.

I said: By the end of this year, I would bring Jay to this very pub.

Friends: *Laughs and laughs... and laughs*

Basket.

And so, fifty bucks were put on the table. Winner takes all.

When I became a little not-so-drunk, I said to my friends again: The odds are not fair. They are against me.

And so again, after some haggling, it was decided that I would win a hundred bucks if they lose, or I would lose fifty bucks if they win.

When I came home, I was like: What the hell did I just do?


The tough period is over - for the time being.

It's time to plan my long-due trip to Taipei.

Hiak.