Pope Bacchus I

Last weekend, Juris and I went to Marie's place in San Fernando. We went because Marie had our first journal, and we wanted to compile some of the entries as part of a blurt that we would photocopy and distribute to our friends. We were supposed to spend most of our time there talking about the blurt. We ended up buying lambanog and throwing it in a blender with chocolate milk and ice to make an improvised mudshake. Marie and Juris spent the rest of the night talking about heterosexual relationships while I lay down and listened to them.

I miss getting drunk. I don't drink that often, but whenever I do I really go wild. I don't think I got drunk in San Fernando but I did have a hangover the next day. The last time I really got drunk was last year during Marie's birthday. We were in Bataan and all of Marie's friends were there -- Bataan peeps, UPSF friends, and us PDAers. After everyone else had gone to sleep, Jhona and I started finishing the gin. For some reason when I get drunk I become all athletic, so I was soon cartwheeling all over the place and tumbling like a little ball. Marie said she was concerned at one point cuz even though I was bumping loudly into everything, I still kept on going and going. I bought my Doraemon stuffed toy with me to the party and I was saying stuff like Doraemon is hungry, Doraemon wants to eat ube hopia. They asked if maybe it was me who wanted ube hopia and not Doraemon and I said no Doraemon really wants ube hopia but yeah I think I want some too. Jhona was pretty drunk too and kept asking Mate, someone she barely knew, to go with her to bathroom to help her pee.

My best performance as a drunk happened when some of the Speech Comm people went to Infanta. I can't remember when it happened exactly, but it was either just before graduation or just after. This was also around the time when Keysi and I weren't on speaking terms for a lot of reasons. I can't remember all of the details anymore, but when I got drunk I kept on blabbing and blabbing and I wrapped my arms around KC and said I forgave her. She started crying so I kissed her on the lips and said her lips were soft. Then I started kissing everyone else around me. I decided that since I forgave KC, I also needed forgiveness. So I went outside in the pouring rain and lay down on the gravel. My friends asked me if I was OK and I said I was OK and it was just part of my cleansing ritual. Someone tried to put an umbrella over me but I told them to go away. After a while I went back inside and started telling people you get my t-shirt you get my toothpaste cuz I want to take a bath. I told someone else you stay outside the bathroom door cuz I might fall over in the shower. So then I took a bath and when I came out I started crying about some guy. Then I fell asleep. The next day I woke up with a hangover and was in pain because I developed an allergic reaction to the gin we drank and my skin was red all over.

That's pretty much it. Martina, Romi and I have been planning to get drunk for some time now cuz I want to show them how weird I can be. I hope it happens soon. The only problem is that like with smoking I seem to have developed an aversion to alcohol. After just a few beers I either get an upset stomache or immediately feel like puking. Hmmm. We'll see.