BBs September

I'm giving myself an imaginary slap. Sabi mo nga eh, just another attempt for sobriety. One month pala ha, one week pa lang ang nakakalipas, uy. Tsk, weak ka na nga sa inuman, weak pa ang determinasyon.

Sunday afternoon, nood daw ng sine. Tinapos muna ang UAAP Cheerdance Competition saka bumira sa 'traffic.' Ang nood-tayo-ng-sine eventually ay naging food trip dahil as usual hindi na naman nagmeet ang lowbrow me and Karen at highbrow cultured John.

John was so weary having been awake for almost 48 hours yet he still wants to drink. On the other hand, I wanted to dance. Half the music was spent dragging him from the table to dance floor. Thank God he gave in.

So I was telling them I'm really serious about quitting drinking, and I got lectured. They were insisting that I return to my old self, because they damn miss the old me (awwwww) the drinker bitch who's always up for anything fun. According to them, if I would totally removed drinking out of my life it's like turning my back on socializing. No vice means dull boring life. (That may be true, because almost all of my friends drink/love drinking.)

"You are becoming the person you used to hate."

"Don't change the person you used to be for someone you think would be better, lalo na kung hindi ka magiging masaya dun. Because the person you used to be is YOU." (sort of like that)

"We are young and we are still in the midst of discovering/experimenting on what we really want."

They did not let me speak. And seriously, I'm meditating on these words. I really love my friends for making things complicated for me.

Some more bits and pieces from our September reunion:

• You're drunk when you're already talking about death.
• I came up with a brilliant idea of finally creating a Facebook page for our dear Sen. Because we just missed this person sooooooo much. John suggested that Karen and I should just donate our really really old phones to Sen so she and John can play dodgeball once again. (One time in Baguio, they were so drunk Sen threw her phone to John, from then on, I called that stage of drunkenness 'dodgeball'.)
• I am a certified patay-gutom when tipsy. On ordinary days, I don't think I would enjoy Chow king's Wanton noodles.