Bombay's Aftermath
Yes well, after a great, relaxing Thursday doing nothing but light housework and a bit of shopping, there was nothing for it but to get rip-snortingly drunk. So Meghan the lovely, belching Canadian and I started at my place drinking Vodkas and eating gyoza, then at about 10, headed into Bombay where we met up with virtually every Nova teacher within a 40-km radius. Proceeded to down too many gin and tonics (the only thing to drink in this stiflingly muggy weather). Stumbled home at about 1am, knowing full well I was due at work at 10, and also knowing it would probably be about my 10th hungover Friday at Nova (a milestone in itself).
And what a hangover, the mother of all (speaking of which, mum, if you're reading this, you may want to stop now) ... fairly warned be thee. The morning started out roughly. On the train I slept and almost missed my stop. Luckily Stuart suspected this might happen and called me 2 minutes before the train was due at Kakogawa. First lesson went pretty badly, concentrating on trying not to vomit on students. Second lesson was even worse, and I actually had to excuse myself for a few minutes to spew in the toilets. I came back with the plausible excuse of food poisoning and we talked for a few minuts about the importance of freshness in Japanese cuisine. I think I got away with that one...
But wait, there's more! What happened next was just the icing on the cake. I was wearing the heels mum sent from Adelaide that had arrived on Thursday (thanks mum, I appreciate it). I'm not sure whether it was the new shoes, the dizziness caused by alcohol poisoning, or just general uncoordination (I do fall over a lot). Basically my heels got caught on the stairs - our lessons at Kakogawa are a flight above the staff room and the stairs are quite narrow and steep. Lo and behold I did tumble down those stairs one graceless limb after another. Poor Japanese woman just ahead of me got the shock of her life as she saw me crumpled and motionless at the bottom. She started running and screaming for help at which point all the teachers and students in the vicinity came to stare (no pun intended) at stupid girl lying bruised, scraped and not a little disshevelled on the dirty floor. All I can be thankful for is that my skirt did not end up around my neck. My face was also untarnished, which is no small mercy. My knee has doubled in size, I have cuts and scrapes down the front of both shins, and my arm is pretty banged up. Apart from that, no real damage done except to my withering pride. It was monumentally embarrassing, to state the obvious.
Anyway, that was my day. I have sworn off alcohol for atleast the next 24 hours.
2 Comments:
oh how priceless mez.....
i like reading about your drunken exploits in that strange land.
Kieran
hey mez,
another reminder to update your blog... don't leave us all hanging please!!!
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