If you are wondering why it
has happened only twice, it is because on both occasions, something comically-tragic
happened, and I don’t want to feel the embarrassment I felt on those days again.
During winter, I went to
Milano, Italy, and because I live and travel all over the world, I have friends
everywhere I go. A very dear friend of mine lives in Milano. We planned in advance
to meet up and I was tremendously thrilled to go there.
I enjoyed Milano’s night life,
but I enjoyed the company of my childhood friend and my former colleague even
more. It was getting late and they had work next day. While I exchanged
goodbyes, I bumped into some of my current colleagues. They were super excited
to see me and insisted me to accompany them to the club because I spoke Italian
and I was the only one who could save them from getting lost in Italy. Italians
are very patriotic, and they prefer to only speak their language, and if it was
up to them, they would make the whole world speak Italian!
Since I did not have any
late night plans and they were convincing me a lot, I changed my clothes and off
the seven of us went clubbing. I dressed well with a pair of dark indigo skinny
jeans, a sexy black top and a nice pair of high heeled black boots. Thanks to Europe’s
winter, I had to add a few extra layers of clothing, such as a long neck top, a
hood and a winter jacket. I was honestly not in the mood to go but seeing their
joyful faces upon agreeing warmed me.
We finally reached a
Bollywood club that was quiet famous in Milano and immediately I got hit by the
vibrant music. I don’t usually drink, but I was with good company, so I went to
the bar and asked for a mojito, my favorite drink. It took me a few minutes to
remove all the layers of clothing in order to unleash myself and start dancing
wildly. We all were having a good time enjoying the atmosphere. Since I was
busy removing my winter skins, I didn’t take a sip from the mojito. I just
placed the fancy glass on the floor in the middle of the circle we had created
to dance.
I finally took a sip or two,
placed it back on the floor and started dancing. Soon, I was struck by an odd
feeling. I felt dizzy and began sweating so much as if I was melting. I decided
to take a seat on the sofa next to me and just froze on it. I couldn’t feel my
body. My hands were hanging loose on the sofa while my head was falling
sideways. I didn’t know what was going on around me. All I can remember is that
the two boys from our group picked me up, the girls started to dress me and we
all went running out of the club. They were running; I was kind or dragged
since my movements were limited.
By the time we got to the
hotel, the boys had to carry me in their arms because I wasn’t able to stand
anymore. Now the funny part is that the two boys were both shorter than me and
one of them was a lot slimmer while the other one was chubby.
My two heroes carried me in
their arms from the hotel lobby all the way up too my room. They were taking
turns. I could hear them desperately shouting with a tired voice: “take her now
because I will drop her”. I wanted to laugh but I couldn’t. They swapped me
about five times each. Since I feel cold all the time, my room’s AC was turned to maximum centigrade and the poor heroes were hit by the heat as soon as
they entered.
They just stood there
looking at me lying on the bed. “Should we remove her coat?” “Should we take
her boots off?” It was funny to see them clueless. Finally they decided to take
off my boots, but they couldn’t understand the logistics of the fancy boots! After
some tries, they gave up completely and one of my heroes said, “Blink if you
understand. I am in room 219. Please call me if you need anything,” and they
left.
I got sick from the heat and
puked a couple of times. I was dragging myself on the floor in my own gag to reach
the bathroom. The moral of the story is that no matter what happens, stay positive
and find the fun in it, but NEVER leave your drinks unattended and go out with
people you trust, that is people who would immediately carry you out of the
club like superheroes!
The boys and I have met a
couple of times after this incident and it is always a good laugh to catch up
on it again.
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