SIPA

For the first time in my life, I will admit that yes, I got drunk.

My classmates and I went out yesterday night, a sort of end-of-the-sem celeb. I had been looking forward to this and we had been bickering for nearly a month about where we were going. Makati is the safest place for me, but it was a lost cause because practically everyone lives in the QC area.

So we went to Congo Grill, somewhere in the dark corners of QC. A classmate and I had made a deal: whatever he drinks, I drink, and vice versa. It was a bet that I will not care to elaborate on, thank you very much.;) Suffice it to say that the game was on.

Now the thing about drinking is that you should never challenge anyone to a drinking match. I've always thought that drinking should be pleasant, easy, laid back. It's basically just a supplement for great conversation and a whole lot of fun on the dancefloor hehe.

But this time, it was different. My pride was at stake here, hahaha. We took turns choosing: He picked Strong Ice, we drank it straight. Fair enough. I ordered tequila and maybe another drink that I don't quite remember. Yummy. And then, he ordered Red Horse.

Pucha, nadali ako run. That did me in. I felt whoozy and pretty much out of sorts after that. When another classmate went to the bathroom, I joined her. Sure I could walk, after all the last thing I wanted to lose was my poise. In the bathroom, however, it was a different story altogether. I realized I lost it. Tangina, may amats ako. Matindi.

Worse, I did lose my poise sometime later. We were already outside, and I was still so dizzy I just had to squat on the pavement. Can you spell loser?! It was so funny because my classmates, who were all male, turned from guys into gentlemen in a split second, and moments later I was in the car, strapped in and ready to go. I don't even remember who fixed my seatbelt, got my jacket or held my hand. Daym.

Interestingly enough, I was pretty lucid on the way home. I even thought I was okay enough to get off in Makati and take a cab, but the classmate who was kind enough to give me a ride went on and took me to Paranaque, anyway. By the time I got home, I was sober. I woke up so early today, it's as if I never even drank.

But on the whole, last night was pretty damaging to my ego. To top it off, Eug is going to demand major payment.

Sigh. It's good to be 21 and old enough to drink, and bad to be 21 and old enough to drink.

Some things that hit me last night (other than the friggin Red Horse):

1) Red Horse sucks bigtime. I'd rather drink an entire bottle of Jose Cuervo.
2) You have to be sure you're in good hands. And I was.
3) Being drunk is still better than being sleepy. I could still count my bills and carry on a sensible conversation. When you're sleepy, you just...fall asleep.
4) Never ever take on a bet with a beer drinker if you don't like beer, or a shooter/cocktail person if that's not your thing. Hindi kayo talo.
5) Eat before you drink, even if you don't like sisig or kare-kare.

I know KL and Shiva are relishing this moment. =) However, I implore them not to make comments on the tagboard that will incriminate me in any way, especially concerning persons who should remain nameless at this point. They know what I mean, hehehe.