I have received beer–a lot of it–for Christmas this year. The ironic thing here is I can’t drink anymore (alprazolam + escitalopram + alcohol = intoxication) or else I may end up like Dolores O’Riordan drowning in a bathtub. I have more than a dozen bottles of craft beer (such a shame) and this two dozen beer cans. And a couple more I gave away.

I can’t give this to my brother since he has gout and does not really drink. My sister will get the craft beer as she and her high school friends will have their annual get together on the 30th. I will give this Brew Kettle to my high school friends/talk show co-hosts/ex-band mates. They are laughing at me now because I used to drink a lot with them before and here I am giving away alcohol without partaking. FB Memories reminded me of Dec 20, 2009 and we were in a bar in our hometown and they were serving wicked mixed cocktails in a glass vase and we all drank from the same vase and pitcher. Yes, pitcher. Obviously COVID is yet to be a thing. We were so hammered then.

I partied hard in my younger years. We used to bar hop a lot before and what I loved to do on weekends is to hear rock bands play live in bars. My bestfriends and I (when they still worked here in Manila) went to Xaymaca because some friends played there.

Now my guy high school friends couldn’t imagine me mellowing like this in our 40s, sewing during evenings and weekends 😂

At least I can look back and say, I did all that and still came out decent and somewhat successful. 🤣 We grow up and mature but we are still essentially the same goofy people that we were.