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I don’t drink anymore

08 Nov 2008 1 Comment

by Charlie in weird, whatnot

You must be surprised. Well, take that surprise and disbelief then multiply it to about a million times. That exactly, is how I feel right now. When I realized that I don’t like alcohol anymore, I felt like I was in Twilight Zone or something. Or may Bitoy was punking me. Whatever, Yaya, it was weird.

It first happened last week in Xaymaca. I already thought it was weird enough that Ann could drink the rhum and coke and I couldn’t. Between the two of us, I’m the “heavy drinker”. But that night, after one sip of the drink, I was about ready to puke, so I just held the drink, pretending I was enjoying I had it. I don’t drink too often or too much, but I do drink hard liquor and beer.

Then it happened again, last night. Nang treated us in Pier One, for the obligatory first paycheck blowout. I was ready to drink, and she was rather ready to get me drunk enough to tell her a certain story. But it didn’t happen either. We ordered Blue Margarita, which Donna suggested. The glasses arrived with salt on the rim. I got more excited when I saw it. Finally our drink came. Frozen Blue Margarita. When Donna poured some on my glass and I tasted it, I thought I would die. I couldn’t fucking drink it. It tasted so awful and I was squirming with disgust that they actually thought I was only pulling their leg.

I said OMYGOD I hate it. Usually I wouldn’t, because I like cocktails. Frozen fruit-flavored alcoholic drinks. I particularly enjoyed the strawberry tequila I had a few years back. Complete with the lemon and salt-on-the-rim thing. But last night, I thought it tasted so bad, even after they added some water to it to somehow “neutralize” it. The worst part is that Ivy, the one among us who is another light drinker, thought the drink tasted “OK”. Dammit, she said it was OK, and I thought it was awful. I wasn’t able to drink anything last night. I just ate my misery away with some onion rings, sisig, and ginataang kuhol (which were delicious by the way).

Maybe I’ve evolved into something. Or maybe devolved. I don’t know. But all I know is, I don’t like the taste or smell of alcohol anymore. And it sucks because something like this happens when I’m finally old enough to drink and go out. Talk about tumatanda ng paurong.

Talong-related stupidity

08 Aug 2007 Leave a Comment

by Charlie in weird, whatnot

I made an ass of myself yesterday afternoon. This is how it happened. I was told to cook Sinigang. When I checked, we were out of eggplant and okra, so I made a quick trip to the market to buy some. Before I forget, everyone should know that I know nothing about prices in the market, because I don’t. Anyway, I decided to buy from the first stall I saw okras. I asked how much, she said five pesos, so I bought. When I got to the eggplants, I asked, “magkano po isa?” The manang said, “dose”. I assumed it’s 12pesos per eggplant so I said, “isa nga”. One eggplant is enough for the Sinigang I was cooking. Okay, so I started panicking when the manang started stuffing eight… ten eggplants in the bag and weighing them. Haha, I was too embarrassed to tell her I only needed one, not one kilo. Amp! So there, I went home with too many eggplants. Bow. I never thought I could buy one kilo of any vegetable with only twelve pesos. I was laughing at myself when I got home. The manang must be wondering what the hell I was gonna do with all the eggplants. Such a dumbass.