I was here before at this Spanish-owned bar called The Wineshop along Gorordo St. I had a great time the last time we visited. But last night the place was boring as counting sheeps. What happened? Maybe because it was a Sunday? Or maybe because the waiting staff there were new and bored too?
When we arrived the staff just looked at us. Some looked the other way. We dressed right I am sure of that. I was wearing a shirt and jeans and shoes. My companions were properly dressed as well knowing The Wineshop posted a sign at their windows that sleeveless shirts were not allowed. But we saw some Koreans there like they were about to sleep at the bar. Short-shorts and slippers and yeah, sleeveless shirts. Looked like money mattered after all. Hmmm.
A white alien came in, tagging along with him were three angels of the night. The way they dressed made me realize they were such. The waiting staff accommodated them. What was happening?
We called the small waitress at the corner. She gave us a menu and left. We called her again and we ordered one bottle of white Spanish wine, semi-sweet. It came in floating in a plastic bucket of ice. Huh? Plastic? My companions said, But the foreigners at the other tables had stainless steel buckets! I said, They knew this is all we can afford.
And so we rushed our drinks and said our goodbyes.
I started writing when I was in high school but never learned the art. To practice, I wrote to my school papers and our local politicians. School papers published my articles. Politicians ignored them.
I started blogging in 2006 and has been blogging since then. Still I need to improve. Maybe because my drinking sessions and my writing skills were not a good combination. Balancing a pen on my right hand and a glass of vodka on my left hand, as I have been told, is not doing well.
And all these makes my life stories rather exciting.
HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU. The smallest primate stares back at nosy tourists. One of the permitted breeding centers in Loboc allows guests to see upclose and personal a nocturnal animal during the day in Bohol.
"Why should people be afraid that we use a few small pellets of uranium at the nuclear power plant in Bataan [Philippines]? Don't they know that we're surrounded by uranium? We have the world's fourth largest deposits of uranium. Yes, we're all radioactive -- must be the reason why we have so many faith healers!" -- on nuclear-generated power, February 1985