99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall

I do not drink. Alcohol, that is.

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This was a maxim I have adopted since God knows for how long now. Oh, I used to drink when I was in college (please, please don’t tell my kids!), but just on occasions like a friend’s birthday, end of the semester, or when a friend’s heart was broken-hearted (Babs, isdatchu?). 


But there was one time that made me swear not to touch the bottles again. It was one of those end-of-the-sem episodes when I failed in one of my subjects (yeah, yeah, who says UP studes don’t get a 5?). My Eng’g friends Babette Peneyra and  Edgar Labor sympathized with me, and we dragged ourselves to Tia Maria in Greenhills, of course, to drink our problems away. Babette, the ever googly-eyed romantic, was swooning over a crush who already had a girl friend. Egay came because…(well he had no problem because he always aced his subjects)…just because. As we drank our blues away, I became groggy and propped my head on the table. When they tried to ask if I was all right, I suddenly threw up all the tequila and margarita and beer and nachos and peanuts on the plaid table cloth. To say that it was a gross sight was an understatement. My friends decided that I had had enough so to minimize the damage (and the embarrassment!), we had to get out of the place fast (with a little help from a burly waiter/bouncer). We passed by McDo to get some coffee, and we went to Egay’s house to sober me up. Through all of these, I was passed out and didn’t have an iota of what was happening. After that, I got scared. Who knew what could have happened to me? It was a good thing that I was with my true friends. You must have heard of horror stories of the Donitas and the Ruffas on the cyberworld and their viral pictures, right? (haha…and comparing myself with them is the comedy part!) Yep, I vowed to myself never to drink again. Ever.

A.k.a. Miss Gran Matador Brandy:-)

Ironically, fifteen years later , I was employed at Ginebra San Miguel. In the seven years I worked there, I can proudly say that I wasn’t tempted nor enticed to be re-acquainted with Mr. Pilsen. But that’s worth another post. I’m just proud to have kept my promise after all these years.