Drunken Dispatches

This is a Shirley Temple.

It has ginger ale and grenadine and the sad aftertaste of inauthenticity.

There’s a reason it’s named after a child star and that’s all you’ll be drinking if you don’t stock up before the five-day liquor ban starts.

Be an adult and do your panic buying ahead of time.

The liquor ban is from May 9, Thursday, to May 13, Monday.

That’s all, carry on, go vote, be good.

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Bear with us.

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“Tell me about the blues,” she said as we drank draft beers at a blues bar on Manila Bay. 

I rambled on a bit about how the blues is about being alone and being hopeless and poor and unemployed. Of being alienated and unwanted. Of how one can never really get drunk listening to the blues because that is not the point of it. Of how the point of the blues is not oblivion, but of the faint hope that you are not alone after all.

And then, because a frown crossed her face just so, we walked out of the bar to learn all about the blues.

We around these parts are usually allergic to Thought Catalog, but — come on. If anyone’s overthinking and drinking, das us. Das me.

We told ourselves that at some point we will have to moderate our drinking. This is probably that point.

Everyone should have a hobby.

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I like it when things are complicated

I relish these moments when everything’s spinning

I drink and drink (but never feel quite sated).

 

Methinks that prudence is overrated

I’ll maximize my fun while I am living.

(I like it when things are complicated.)

 

The boys I’ve been with were all randomly dated

They never stayed, but out of all our sinning

I drank some more (but was not at all sated).

 

Though I am neither upset nor agitated

Only nonplussed with their leaving.

I like it when things are complicated,

 

When what you get is never what you anticipated.

I just go with the flow, even if it means careening

I drink and drink (though I never feel quite sated).

 

If my biography were to be annotated

Let it be said I was really just a girl filled with longing

Who liked it when things got complicated

Who drank a lot, but still never was sated.

(FC, 2006)