I don’t have a hangover.
I am just exhausted and my stomach juices are churning to oblivion and sending signals to my brains to the tune of: “If you don’t put some food in me soon, I will dissolve a hole in the stomach right now!”
And so, that is why at 10.18am on Christmas Eve 2008, The Frou is sitting at her desk at work gobbling down a sausage mcmuffin because according to some online discussion forum, McDonald is the best morning-after food cure. (I will let you know in an hour whether it works.)
And the reason why I am feeling slightly under the weather and looking like the cat’s thrash bag is because I had a couple of friends over last night. No, actually let me rephrase that: I “hosted a party” last night.
Friends who have known me from yester-years were impressed. They said that it’s amazing how grown-up The Frou has become because she never used to throw parties or organize gatherings because she is just lazy like that.
I must say the party turned out to be quite a success, even though the police didn’t come round and the neighbors didn’t complain – which to me are earmarks of a truly rocking party. But we rocked in our own way, lar.
First of all, there were more than enough vino to go around. Everyone brought their own poison of choice and The Toe managed to chip in 4 bottles of champagne on her own (Thanks, dear!). None of my cheap wine glasses or alibaba flutes were demised after the party which could only demonstrate our sobriety and good drinking manners. We sip like ladies and gentlemen except The Landlord who pours everyone’s leftover wine into his glass and gulps. (“Don’t waste!”, he says.)
Secondly, food were abundant. Again, everyone brought their dish of choice and we ended up with an assortment of grub that could rival any respectable hawker centre. We had:
- Homemade broiled chicken wings
- Homemade German cookies
- Zion Road Char Kway Teow
- Jurong Nasi Lemak
- Clementi Rojak
- Serangoon Chicken Rice
- Claypot Tofu
- BBQ Pork ribs
- Wantan Soup
- Spicy Pork Bak Kwa
- Dried Cuttlefish
-Giant gingerbread cookie
- Marmalade Fruit Cake
Amazingly, we finish all the food except ten packets of white rice which nobody touched because we are all on pre-Christmas no-carb diet.
Frou: What are we gonna do with all these leftover rice?
Landlord: (shrugs)
Frou: Do you know how to make fried rice paradise?
Landlord: (shrugs)
Frou: Then let’s throw them all way lah….
Landlord: DON’T WASTE!
Thirdly, (and again) the assortment of guests who turned up for the party ended up being rojak but a very good mix nonetheless. There were my climbing buddies (Dailytoe and The German), my best friend (The Queen), my long-time friends (Toi and Empress Bao) and their respective partners. Although not all of them have met before, they were getting along like fish to water because they are all noisy and uninhibited (the Frou chooses the same type of friends) and partly also because they have read about one another from this blog. Of course they also bonded through bad mouthing me in front of … me.
Dailytoe: She is not very hardworking. In fact, I did all the work for this party.
Frou: No, I….
Empress: Yeah she has a reputation for being lazy. I had to do everything for her last time. Pick her up for work, feed her and so on.
Frou: But I….
Toi: She never lift a finger to do anything but likes to claim all the credit.
Frou: ……..
The Queen: She is like that in bed too. Just lie there and…
Frou: THAT”S NOT TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank goodness, it’s half-day at work today because although I do not have a hangover from alcohol, I’m serious hungover from too much food and loud conversations. And since I have the next 1.5 weeks lined up with more of such festive gatherings and parties, I need to seriously brace myself.
Hey, I think the mcmuffin is working….! :D
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