Tracon afterparty

Tracon had party tonight for people who worked in the event. There was quite a much of people and I drunk bit too much. Almost a bottle of red wine, one strong beer, one cider, one cocktail and little bit of whisky and it was too much for me. I threw up in the end.. And that isn't that much of alcohol in a first place!

My crush was also in the party. There was good chance to tell her when we were somewhat in private, but she started to see other guy just recently. Oh well. But I did learn that it would not be problem for her to have a relationship with me! So I won't shut my feelings completely, but as I respect relationships, I will just wait and see what happens. Although I linked my blog to her so she will read this most likely. So! If you read this and if some day you are single again, let me know ;)

I was blown away how many people were worried about me as I was in the toilet for quite some time. One of them was one of my oldest friends, which kind of surprised me as we haven't been much in touch for a while. Just said hi in events when we saw each other but it seems that old friendship is still rocking. Some other people was very worried and as I missed my bus to home, my ex-gf ordered taxi and got me (and herself) to home. I really appreciate it. She is still good friend of mine after all.

My feeling isn't exactly great still but I don't feel being drunk, which is kinda surprising. But my memory is kinda shady from tonight. I do remember ~everything but it's like behind smoke screen. All in all, I did enjoy myself even with the incident so well spent evening I guess.

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