According to Jaywalk that is. LOL
What happened was…. a few weeks ago, I brought Ching Chong Boy to go clubbing with a bunch of my blogger friends namely Vandalin, MsV, Jaywalk and I can’t remember who else.
And CCB and me have came out with a routine everytime we go clubbing. He would ride to my place and I’ll dump his helmet at my room and we’ll take public transport to the clubbing area (which is usually St James Boiler Room) and after the party, we’ll cab back to my place, he’ll send me home and he’ll ride home if he is sober or cab home if he is tipsy. (Most of the time, he is sober but he doesn’t ride to St James because well, if I’m tipsy, it’ll be rather risky riding home.)
So that particular night, I drank a tad too much and got high. (not drunk but high). He sent me home and waited downstairs while I trotted up to wash up a bit and pass him his helmet. We had wanted to go for supper as I was feeling a tad hungry.
What I didn’t count on was feeling a bit woozy. I decided to close my eyes a bit, hoping that the feeling would pass away.
Next thing I knew… I woke up and it was 7am. I checked my phone and found like 20 missed calls from him and a message that said he wasn’t gonna wait anymore.
Thing is… his helmet was at my place and his wallet was with me. He had waited for an hour before calling me.
I totally freaked out and called him back but he did not answer my calls. 🙁
The next day, after my numerous calls and messages to him, he finally returned my calls. Thankfully he had some cash in his pocket after paying for some drinks then and he had taken a cab back. Needless to say, I was horrified at what had happened and did my best to make it up to him.
Note to self: to never hold onto CCB’s wallet again (he has this habit of making me carrying his wallet in my handbag)
And yes, I must be the worst girlfriend ever. 🙁