Yesterday night proved to be another drunken night of fun, frivolity and tears for me. We'd headed to New Asia Bar early in the night to take advantage of their fabulous Sundowners happy hour and also to stake out a good spot for the fireworks which was going to come on at midnight. I'd arrived at 8.45 pm, just in time to order a pretty powerful San Shine (which must come quite close to a Long Island Iced Tea in terms of its effect on me) and a bottle of champagne ("the cheapest one?" queried the waiter after a brief discussion between us three as to which label we wanted.)

The good:
- Free drinks - my friend, and his friend, both of whom earn quite a fair bit of money, bought us additional bottles of champagne after we'd polished off the first bottle in record time.
- Dancing - another friend had brought her dancer friend along and I ended up salsa-ing and jiving well after having drank way too much.

The bad:
- Bruises and other injuries - I fell down the first few steps leading into the New Asia Bar main area after I didn't see them and also after I had a few to drink. I also managed to break my adorably posh hair clip which fell off during a dance. My friend also managed to spill other people's drinks three times, getting my new shoes in the process and also proving to us that the floor at that side of the bar was definitely sloping.
- Fireworks - Was that it? I've seen better. And I'd expected better from the Singapore team too. Never mind, there's still Sunday.
- Way too personal - the friend who disapproves of my going out with T. continued to harp on it the whole night. "He's not your boyfriend!" she cried out to the whole table, which included people I'd just met. No matter how hard I try to defend him and going out with him, and no matter the fact that we both didn't think we were going to work out in the long-term, her disapproval largely centres on the fact that I still had faith and was willing to give being a proper couple a shot, and that he didn't... and still doesn't. In a moment of drunken indignation and righteous anger, she informed the whole table of this fact, something I couldn't respond to because of the tears that had sprung to my eyes.

I didn't enter into this relationship hoping to change his mind. I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid. The thing is, we're happy when we're together, and I really love seeing him, and he, me... but I do find myself wondering every so often, "when is he going to break my heart?" When, not if.

As a result of that discussion, I decided against going over to his place to see him after even though I had originally told him that I'd like to come over. Not for any hanky panky, you realise. It's just that I'd have liked to fall asleep in his arms. It's one of the nicest feelings in the world, apart from snuggling in front of a roaring fire when it's freezing cold outside. I guess it's a good thing I went back home because had I failed to wake up in time to get home before my parents got up (which would have been the case given the amount I drank), I would have gotten into a lot of trouble indeed. This way, the only person who suffered was me, from drunkenly crying myself to sleep once I got home.