Thanksgiving Night

Had an appointment with a friend at 8:00, so killed my time in a coffee & sandwich shop, with a book until we met.

Saw a lot of people gathering in front of CITIC Building, driven by curiosity, we joined the crazy group. It was later when I found out from a young hippy girl that it was the grand opening of Mont Blanc’s flagship shop, and a few celebrities would show up.

God knows why I decided to stick around, waiting for those pretty faces being fashionable late, in such a windy cold night. I was never a big star fan. And for a moment, a thought splashed through my mind: if WG happens to be here, see me stretching my neck waiting, he will probably laugh at me for a whole year. Luckily he is not here….
But why isn’t him here?

We didn’t have to wait for long, 10 minutes later, just before I got impatient; they started to arrive, one by one, in fancy cars, in beautiful dresses or suits, with delicate makeup, with skillful smiles, in graceful steps. People around us were all screaming out their idols’ names, and I hated to admit, I screamed too.

Our enthusiasm lasted for 5 celebrities, and we decided to carry on with our own business----drinking, instead of watching other people’ show.

Carmen was quiet as usual, just the way we liked it to be. We took our old spot, in the corner, beside the glass wall, and started to try all the cocktails on the list, one from the top to the end, the other from the end to the top. I would get drunk soon, I knew, clearly. But it was OK, it was Thanks Giving.

And I did.

Never really admitted drunk before, little dizzy that makes me smile silly, was not regarded as drunk.
So I tested, to reach my bottom line, and after last night, I knew, I could only reach the 5th cocktail on the list, that was how far I could go.

And it was good to try being totally trashed, another tick on my to-do list. Couldn’t sit up, couldn’t walk in a straight line, couldn’t help laughing, and couldn’t help knocking into tables, stairs.
And of course, couldn’t help running into legendary hang over this morning. Didn’t take Tylenol, I wanted to fully experience it.

My curiosity will get me into trouble one day, I know for sure.
Always get myself into some trial, and then unexceptionally get addicted. Before it was coffee, now looks like it’s alcohol, and sooner or later, I will finally try cigarrate. And what else? what's next? Who knows.

Too much curiosity, is a sign of immaturity,
Not enough self continence, is another sign of immaturity.
Indeed WG, you have every reason to laugh at me.