You've always been there for me. After class, when I get upset or just feel like seeing someone, you've been there for me. Through all the fun times, I always saw you to share the joy. Through the bad times, you'd let me share my misery with you. You are my best friend.
I can remember my last week in the Philippines. I met up with friends but they invited a lot of other people, leaving me as a background character and made me realize that they didn't care at all, not to sound egotistical (and I do). After that horrible incident, I looked for you. You listened. I was upset and betrayed. You greeted me with open arms.
I love you, vodka. We meet again.
...Oh my god, did I just write a love letter to my favorite alcoholic drink?
Well, yeah, it really is my favorite drink. In my last few weeks in the Philippines, I'd spend several afternoons drinking buckets of vodka alone or with friends at a small eatery called "Tapsi" outside University of Santo Tomas. Although they had a rule there: they can't serve students in uniform before 5pm.
For a while, I followed that rule and only drank there after 5pm. However, being a literature major, I noticed the wordplay.
They can't serve students in uniform before 5pm.
Realizing this, I'd bring an extra T-shirt or dress up in one of my long sleeved shirts just so I can drink whenever I wanted.
Yes, in my final week in the Philippines, I was a total drunk. This would often lead to me walking/stumbling into the TomasinoWeb org room and ramble on.
Dear god, I love vodka.
