Sorry...
Crap, been neglecting my blog.
Nothing much has been happening. I'm still single, but very much attached to LP.
As for Cat's dating misadventures, I was stupid enough to gorge on free Jack Daniels Friday night. Open bar. Imagine that.
"Party starts at 8." Now, for a veteran barhopper (nyahahaha...), them open bars run out of booze FAST. Nevermind being fashionably late. I'd rather be drunk and happy.
Drunk and happy, alright. I had consumed more than how many triples, before ten o'clock, by which time I hurled Red Kimono's beef kamameshi and california roll on a broken table somewhere in the building.
Next thing I knew, I was in bed, with LP beside me. I had no memory of how I got home.
I called up my date.
Do you remember getting down on one knee and asking me to marry you? He asks.
Er, no. If I don't remember it, it didn't happen. I reply.
Whew.
2 Comments:
it's funny how our short-term memory is disabled after consuming copious amounts of alcohol (or paint thinner, whatever rocks your boat). i remember (or don't remember) driving to my home in makati from sucat predictably wasted the truck still in one piece only to wake up and discover two things: one of the tires was flat and Bulgar's headline that read "Skeletor Patay, Hit En Run sa Pasay." (hanep sa wordplay - parang hindi pilit. baduy, nonetheless.)
Of course, your relationship with LP is one thing you can't just shake off...
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