For some reason, one of our guests got drunk after 12 bottles of beer last night. Usually he can do better than that. I remember he used to drink 19 bottles for the first time when he came over and he also did half bottle of underproof RUM last time when he popped in. It was quite late at the night, so we decided to drag him to upstairs bedroom to make him comfortable. My husband carried him on his back, me and his girlfriend held his legs to share part of weight. Anyway, we made it, with his clothes totally twisted from where they were when pulling him up. He had vomit before that but apparently he didn’t know what was happening and had no idea where he was. He stayed over the night, and this morning, his girl friend said that until 5am had he realized that he was staying in our place; at about 2 am, he attempted to get into the wardrobe because he thought it was at his own place and he tried to get out of the door of his own bedroom. It was funny, but I wouldn’t bother telling him all the stories that had happened at the night when he was “OUT”. He might get embarrassed. But I do always curiously watch the drunks and wonder how the alcohol affects people’s mind and consciousness this much. And I have to say, the actual influence does depend on one’s mood greatly. People who drink in bad moods do get drunk much easier.

At the noon time, we drove another couple to Dickson for the lunch. The girl got motion sickness on the car. I noticed that she didn’t talk as much as she usually does, and her face had really bad colour and turned pale. We did what we can like opening the car windows, talking to her to distract her attention and the last time after gliding down from the Mountain Ainslie, we had to pull over and completely stopped the car to let her have a rest. It did take a while for her to get back the board again. Poor thing! She laughed at herself and said she can only take a ride in big truck’s rear trunk or an old shabby bus. I felt so sorry for her that at the night I even had a dream about her where she was riding on her push bike with her helmet and I was walking on the street on my high heels. We waved to say “Hello” and she passed like a flash.

I don’t know if it was the fault of spring or moon, but I heard a couple of people complaining about they had headache on last Friday. What I saw was, people are really fragile, and we are much more vulnerable than what we thought, which means we might get attacked when not sighting any hazard. WEAK WE ARE!!!