Party at KY’s.

They called him God because even the strongest liquor could never knock him dead; and every drop of liquor that tried to spin his head that night, had only made him stronger.

“You look like someone who needs Life,” said God. “Here, taste Life and cheers to Death.”

“What are those?” I asked. “Never mind, i’ll try them.”

Life was a strange potion of bubbles and ice, served in a tall glass and the colour of the mixture was clear as sapphire, and it tasted sweater than Death.

Death tasted like yesterday’s Life, brewed for a millennium until the colour turned darker.

“Oh man, what are those?” i asked while running the back of my hand, wiping my mouth. “I love them man!”

I loved Life and Death, and when the love was getting stronger, i had loved a couple bottles of beer, and when the beer had made the guests funnier than they were, i had loved vodka and ice, and when the vodka had made everyone prettier than they were, i had loved glasses of wine, and shots of spirits that were older than the night.

I myself had brought KY a 2003 Pinot Noir. Someone else had brought him a 2005 Merlot, and someone else must have drugged me.

The night was darker than the centre of the universe, and i don’t remember a thing when i see the pictures of someone who looks like me on facebook.

Oh my God! Is that me?

P/s: Thanks KY! Your party was awesome man!