OH good lord

After the last month, I'm not in a good way. So, last night my friend Britta and Sciby took me out and I met up with Britta first in Juso. We found this amazing rock bar that we stayed at for a couple of hours just talking and enjoying the music. Everything was great and I was looking forward to the rest of my night.

I wanted to show Britta this karaoke bar that Sciby had shown me a few times before. It's called Kama Sutra and it's just a hell of a lot of fun. We met up with Sciby and he took us there and I introduced the place to Britta as well as introducing the crazy and funny owner who has shot up with Layne Staley.
We all started ordering drinks and it was fine. Then I ordered a long island ice tea.

That's when things started going not so great. I was having a good time belting out songs and also singing Alice in Chains with the bar owner and then BOOM. Hello drunkiness I've never felt before. Wow, you make me feel a little to woozy. I rushed to the restroom and bam! The first time I've ever thrown up because of alcohol. I felt less like singing and more like laying down at that point.
The odd thing that happened afterwards was that I did sing a song with Britta and apparently some marines or US air force guys came in and started trying to take over the bar. One sat next to me and said at least 3 times. "You're beautiful." I just completely ignored it especially in my extreme drunken state. I couldn't even see straight.

Then he put his arm around me. I leaned forward and leaned towards Britta to keep singing and that's when he freaking started moving his hand around and grabbed my ass! That I CAN remember. The next thing I know though, is that he's disappeared. I was too drunk to really react and just moved in closer to Britta and then layed my head on the table. I found out what happened to the guy after we left the bar.
But, I'll save that for the end of this odd entry. After laying my head on the table for a good while, I stood up and uh-oh. Here it comes. I gracefully cover my mouth and start vomiting inside my hand. I make it just in time to the restroom to let it all out in the squatter they have. Ugh.

By that time, Britta and Sciby both felt we should go to a quieter bar and I barely could walk. They were helping me down the hallway and (this is an interesting thing about Japanese bars. It's like an apartment complex where you can just walk down the hall to the next bar. It's interesting but the bars tend to be much smaller than at home.) I basically collapsed on the couch and I could make out conversations between Britta and a guy who apparently works for ECC as well. I've never seen him, or maybe I have but my alcohol goggles made it impossible. I layed there for quite a while and then I was told, Ok, we could head for the first train now.
(If you go out for a night on the town, you either leave on the last train around 12 or you are forced to stay out until 5am. The good thing is that most bars and karaoke places stay open to accommodate those that have no where to go.)

So, I get up, and oop. Here it comes again. This time some guy went into the bathroom right as I needed to puke and was forced to do the hand thing again and puke it out down the hallway.
What's great about this night is that even though I was a pukey drunken mess, Britta and Sciby weren't phased by it at all. They were wonderful friends and really just were there to let me take out my bad feelings on alcohol. In hindsight, not such a good idea, but they were still there to be supportive.
And that's where I come to the Air force guy who so gently grabbed my ass. As we were walking to the station I told Britta and Sciby what had happened. Britta was like "Oh jesus! EW!"
Sciby was very nonchalant and just said "Yeah, I grabbed him and took him out and had a talk with him." So, Sciby apparently had seen this guy acting a bit too sly on me and took him out of the picture. He didn't fight him, but he had some words. That really made me feel safe and like these two people I were with tonight were really there to watch my back and take care of me through everything. I honestly can't thank them enough and I wish they had some sort of "you are the bestest friend" cake or card or something silly like that to give to them that would actually convey my appreciation.

Two people have now seen me have my first really bad way with alcohol. I do know for sure this is something I don't ever want to revisit. It's 1pm now and I still feel like shit. I took aspirin and have glugged water, but my head feels like it was hit by a train. My tummy also seems to be very testy.
So, this entry is dedicated to my poor liver and my tummy and I promise I won't ever do that to you ever again.
How the hell do people who drink every night do this? Don't they feel like shit every single morning they wake up? They may not get to the point I did, but hell. It still seems like something I wouldn't ever be able to handle.
Thanks Britta and Sciby. You both are the best friends that I needed and it took an ocean away from home to find you guys.