Chevonss Homecoming

09-28-2009 Monday

There was a time in my life before when I was underage, couldn't get a job and I was nothing but a worthless piece of shit, and all I did was go out at night and get drunk or, yeah, even stoned. Hey, like I told 'ya that was before, alright? Those days are long forgotten but sometimes, it's nice to relieve those days. Just go out and get wasted, like totally lose your head.

I'm recalling those days when I met up with Meng and Angie earlier at Robinson's. Those two are some of the very few girl friends I have that has a brain damage like I do. Got their brain damaged cause of booze, cigarettes and pots, that's what I mean. We just intend to hang-out but just like before, it always leads us to drink when we feel like talking without booze is getting pretty lame. Come on, you'll feel more at ease talking when you're sipping some ice cold beer paired with a cigarette in one hand.

We each gave our share of money to come up with a sum enough to cover for a pitcher of beer at our usual beer place called Chevonss. It has been awhile also that I stepped back into that place so I feel something close to homecoming and don't ask how I came up with that because I think I'm just really missing the beer too much. We sat at a table near the counter and Meng told me to look around for some guy prospect. I blurted what the hell, and she was like it has happened to them before when they're drinking alone and someone approached them to join and voila, their one pitcher of beer multiplied. That's one way to get more beer if you're totally broke,(oh and if you're a girl) and all you could afford is one miserable pitcher.

I thought that was an excellent idea and I was also mad at Alex because I invited him and he wasn't able to come. Guess why. Well, obviously, he's in good terms with those bitches at the boarding house again that's why they're asking him to do them favors again and again. I was thinking, why is it that a lot of people died cause of the typhoon yet the people worthy of dying are still alive, like those bitches, or my mother for example?

It's also a good thing that Alex wasn't able to come. A few guys from another table has invited us to join them and we acted like we're hesitant but we did join. The sight of their overflowing pitchers of beer are just too tempting. After some brief introductions, we had some friendly chat, and I couldn't help but think how one particular guy is so darn handsome. Haha.

At almost midnight, we decided to call it a night. One guy got our number, (arrggh not the handsome one..) then we went our way. I was slightly dizzy but it all felt good. I haven't felt this way for like, I dunno, maybe a couple of months now. I went home, brushed my teeth, washed my face and I tumbled into bed, then everything else was left behind.

Labels: alex, beer, BITCH. pink crimson, chevonss, drink

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 8:15 PM