YVANISM: One Crazy Saturday Night!

Every time my friends and I would go out, we would always drink somewhere first before totally "going out". And my room is one of our most favorite spot. Haha! Last night, I decided to call all of them for our "wine night". So my friends were all here. Everyone brought bottles of wine, and me? I cooked dinner.

Mark (one of my closest friend) went to my place earlier than everyone so he could help me cook. So we went to the nearest grocery store first (which in my case, Rustan’s Shopwise) and shopped for what I will cook. Funny how he asked me what I would cook, and all that I said was "bahala na" Haha! Cause I really don't know what we'll see inside the grocery store. So I ended up cooking Roast Beef with baby potatoes, and Farfalle Pesto pasta.

Judging by the left-over, there was none. Ha-ha! So I guess it was a hit then.

Now comes the fun part, the wines! I really don't know the names. I just drank whatever they gave me.

My personal favorites were Natalie and Gossips. Both were sweet, but totally traitors. We had two bottles of each except for Kangaroo Ridge and Primo Amore. We were all crawling afterwards. Oh, I forgot, we finished one GSM blue and one The Bar apple again after all the wines. So can you imagine how f*cked up we all were before headin to Prive? LOL

YVANISM: Jose Killed Me Last Night

Every time my friends would ask me out to drink, I never said no. I'm always up for drinking. I don't care where we're gonna drink, just as long as I get drunk then I'm cool. As the saying goes, "drinking is a sport." And I've really come to appreciate drinking as a sort of escape for problems. Yes, it doesn't solve anything. But there is just something about being drunk that makes you forget about things you want to forget. Even though you'll only forget it for a couple of hours, I want that feeling. I crave for that escape. I'm 20 now, and it really took me a while to discover what my killer is. (In terms of alcohol.) And I found out what kills me! No, it's not 151. Tequila is my killer!

As you can see from our super dirty table last night, that tall bottle named Jose Cuervo killed me once again. Every time we'd take shots of it, I just cringed. I'm so scared in taking shots of tequila... It tastes like rubbing alcohol. And the lemon that you bite into after taking a shot? It doesn't help either. Maybe I am just over exaggerating about the taste, but I don't know. There are a lot more better-tasting alcohol out there. And tequila is certainly not one of my favorites. And yes, I was so drunk AGAIN. We had a bottle of cheap brandy at home. Had a pitcher of Kamikaze, 2 bottles of Bacardi, a bottle of Jose Cuervo, and a couple bottles of beer at the club. And by the way, there were just only 4 of us. Imagine... imagine.

xo,

Jack