Another funny story just happened to come to mind is the story if a friend who got so drunk at Beach Club one year. She was so stoned that she was just dead weight. One of my buddies tried to carry her and she barf all over her hand. And this was after she ate....very heavily....for goodness sake!!! Remnants of corn, minced chicken, flour, chips were all poured out elegantly into my poor buddy's hand. We almost took up a collection to get him to surgically remove at least the skin off his hand.
We were supposed to leave Ms Deadwood there but if no one claims her, she will spend a night in jail so some of us decided to take her to a hotel. Now if you know Beach Club, it is situated on the most expensive commercial real estate in KL, which is the prime area of Jln Sultan Ismail. So here was an interestingly disturbing sight. 4 guys carrying a lady...though at this point, there wasn't much lady likeness in her..along Sultan Ismail. She was wearing a skirt which of course was God's amusement for the night.
They carried her stretcher like to Concorde. Of course being superbly dead weight and my friends not exactly The Incredible Hulk, they had to stop at Prudential Building sending a scout to the hotel. Unfortunately it was fully occupied....another God's humour. So my scrawny friends had to take Ms Dugong across Sultan Ismail to the Shangri-La. 4 scrawny dudes literaaly dragging this lady who looks dead or at least drugged. It's 12am and the road is packed with party folks and you see this scene right out some vampire movie.
So u would think that by going to the Shang, things will get better now. Well, you obviously weren't paying attention to God's little humour tonight. If you know the Shang, it is a steep recline to the lobby that you have to negotiate. So up the steep recline with the lying Buddha and just as heavy. Half way up, wheezing and panting, everyone was on the verge of a cardiac arrest. So a bell hop trolley was brought down and she was plonked into it. We pushed her up and carried her into the wheel chair. As soon as her feet touched the wheel chair's feet platform, it broked. Thunder feet strikes!!!!
So she was taken to the room and putting her to bed was really a super human effort. Don't forget she was wearing a skirt. So the poor souls who had to carry her legs and move her up the bed, dragging her skirt up and then needing to maintain a certain sanity in the room, dragged her skit back down faster than a speeding bullet, had to poke their eyes out with rusted forks. Calling her husband and telling him that 4 guys carried his TOTALLY stoned wife to a hotel room was also a very rewarding experience for all involved. I bet the husband wanted to dig a hole all the way to Alaska and change his name to Iniwwiwi while polishing walrus tusk as a job.
The best part was, our lady friend only woke twice to empty the alcohol in her system and was totally oblivious of the situation. These times everyone steered clear of the acidic that was a remider of the creature from Aliens' acidic, metal melting blood. It even has de same colour.
Of course it took us a long time to look at her without flinching or wanting to perform amateur eyeball surgery on her but we passed it. Today we look back and laugh about it. And I am writing about it in my blog!!! I wonder if she will know its her.....
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