Because I can’t seem to move forward in writing a travel feature, and because the caffeine seems not to be working, I took the advice of a fellow travel writer a few hours ago, and shifted to alcohol instead.
But when I went to the store at the corner, as I placed the slim beer bottles on the counter, the clerk greeted me with: “Ate, iinom ka? Bakeeeeet?!”
To which I laughingly replied: “Bakit hindi?!”
What is so weird about a woman, alone, buying herself just a couple of beers? They don’t even have lights anymore, nor cold pale pilsens, I had to settle for tweetum-apple-flavored.
Something similar happened to me sometime ago, but in the opposite store, their competitor store, the bakery: https://jenniferbalboa.wordpress.com/2013/04/18/to-beer-or-not-to-beer-or-a-scene-from-the-24-hour-kalantiaw-corner-bakery/
Perhaps I should’ve just bought bread. And dip it in coffee.
Perhaps I should not be drinking anything at all, caffeine or alcohol, because I am supposed to be running early tomorrow.
Perhaps I should really scare those kids at the store and next time place a gin bottle on the counter.
Perhaps I should just tell anyone who asks, next time: “Cheers!”
N., I’m only sleepy, it’s not working.
Then again, that place I’m writing about is known for a drink: the sling.
I can only feel some rhymes coming.
I got to sing.