posted by Nk. at 11:06 AM

So. I'm in Antipolo weekending at a friend's house. This is what I do to escape the city, or well, try to.

Anyway, so naturally I was intoxicated again Saturday night. I found myself in Kalesa Grille with Cat, Jo, and Janet discussing what else, world issues. Our world issues. Haha. We ended up downing four buckets of beer and by the time we were headed home I was knocked out in the backseat of the car and talking to the fairies in my sleep.

In the morning I realized a few things:

1. Beer is not my friend. I shall now stick to vodka, whose loyalty to me means I will not have to wake up feeling like the rock of Gibraltar has been relocated to the friggin' top of my head.

2. Criminal by Fiona Apple soundtracks nicely to my flirting skills after 5 bottles of beer.

3. I am still mystified by the necessity of exposed midsections in women singing in showbands.

4. I cannot believe I'm already 30 and I still drink like a college girl. Shouldn't I have a more sophisticated, grown up taste in drinks at this age, like wines and martinis. Not construction worker type drinks like Gran Matador, Red Horse, and Ginebra Gin.

5. I want a bath tub. And an awesome shower, like this:



6. It feels so good, to be finally over some pointless issues.

Also, I am totally digging this song right now:




I KNOW RIIITE??

Labels: Boys with Girlfriends, fiona apple, meiko, parteeh girl, your weekend wanderer