Not a good night for me last night. The usual BS, feeling sorry for myself and thinking about what I’m missing instead of what I have. Luckily the self-pity parties are much more infrequent these days. As is my custom when I’m in “one of those moods” I commenced to drown my sorrows take some pain medication in the form of San Miguel Zero beer. And before long I was comfortably numb.

I started and finished my night at Cheap Charlies Bar. I had a good seat overlooking the highway and couldn’t be fucked with moving on. I was in no mood for company and successfully fended off the thirsty bargirls vying for a lady drink (I’m usually quite generous in that regard). Arrived around 5:00 p.m. and left a little after nine. My bill was 600 pesos. Beers are only 50 pesos each at Cheap Charlies (hence the name) so by my calculation I drank 12 beers in four hours! That’s a lot even for me. And 3 beers per hour is a pretty good pace as well. I guess all that practice is paying off!

Good thing I was doing Zero at 3% alcohol. Had I been doing the 5% brews I’m sure I would have been floored. As it was I had no problem walking the 15 minutes it took to get home. And so ended another drunken night as a lonely guy. Yeah, I acknowledge (embrace?) my patheticness.

Off to Manila this afternoon. A city I love to hate. But, changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, right?

It’s those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.