It was a lazy Saturday morning and despite all the pre-hangover precautions, I got out of bed with a pounding headache, Now before you go pegging me as somebody with a drinking problem. Let me tell you I dont usually hit bottles not unless it calls for a celebration, although admittedly, lately I have been too eager and enthusiastic in this department that even settling of Meralco's bills warrants drinking myself silly.
The binging happened in a friend's pad, as I was contemplating how to tame the monster atop my head (namely my hair) I got a call from her asking me if I would want to come over her pad because she had bought crates of keg beer and Absolut vodkas and she wanted a decrepit alcoholic like me to finish them off. Being a very gracious human of this green patch of Earth, I said yes.
I came to her pad which was reeking of smoke with an afternote of perspiration. I put the number of people in the room around 8, and like anyone addled by alcohol, everyone greeted me as if we were on a toothbrush sharing terms, Everyone had been posessed by the Divine that I nearly fell on my knees and chanted Hail Mary's.Is this Utopia?!
I knew that the reason why my friend wanted me there, aside from my unbridled appetite for booze was my ability to keep everyone in the loop. You see, I am no Shrinking Violet, and you won't find me nursing one beer all night long keeping to myself while embroidering my initials on a table cloth while the rest was being rowdy and obviously having fun. I just dont see any point in excluding yourself from the group you in the first place were invited to as if you had a severe case of halitosis.
She told me to do something about the guy opposite me who was evidently would rather be anywhere else but there, I struck a conversation and I gathered that that was all he needed because he didn't stop talking for the next three days, He mentioned about being straight more than 10 times even without being asked (with some affectations like flexing his biceps) and I thought "Straight? one more pluck of your eyebrow and you'd be Nicole Kidman", the only way to survive him without going stark raving mad was to be under the influence of alcohol.
It was nearly 4am and I was starting to have trouble sticking to my train of thoughts when I decided to slink off.
My milk of human kindness was going stale. I need to go back to my coffin.
