Gesundheit!

I am blogging again for whatever its worth. I should’ve hit the sack at this near-unholy hour but here I am, typing away on a pc-for-hire and finding a semblance of meaning between every picture and word that flashes before my eyes…page after page…byte after fucking byte…I’m drifting like Thor Heyerdahl on his Kon-TIki raft across the vast pacific ocean with nothing sensical to say or do except a vague hunch that I’m looking for something and I can find it here in the internet…ahhh, is my age catching up on me? Dunno…it’s a wonder that after eight hours of facing the glare of a computer and yakking away for a living I still look forward to facing the computer some more and yakking (or typing away) some more…at the end of the day.

It’s a saturday evening today…a bit on the warm side…not much drizzle like the last few days.  Everyone’s itching to go somewhere and partake in that semi-ancient German tradition called Oktoberfest: that relentless orgy of booze, chatter and music that has somehow found its way to these tropical shores thanks to San Miguel Beer…Every drinker worth his beerbelly looks forward to this once a year event because beer comes in cheap and rocking bands make sure you get a hangover from headbanging long before the real thing hits you the next morning. Gesundheit to that! Whoever thought that Beer and Music is a perfect match must be a genius. I mean it’s not everyday that you get to bang and bounce around the place in a semi-drunken stupor without anyone smashing beer bottles on your head…which brings us to the next best thing about Oktoberfest Filipino Style: (drumroll please) PLASTIC CUPS! Yesireee! Say goodbye to those bottle splinters and cuts and bruises from drunken brawls. Plastic cups are perfectly harmless even it comes smashing through your head (just pray someone won’t put a rock inside) unless that tattoo-laced hulk of a bouncer forces you to ingest ‘em cups or you pissed that yuppie guy bad enough to make him draw his gun and shove it up your nose.

Oktoberfest is…tame by ancient standards. Think Caligula…or the cults of Bacchus and his Bacchanalian maenads…now that’s FUN. I wish they’d sponsor one of those events here. It would be a real blast (no pun intended) but with the influence of beer it could also turn out to be a dud, what with beer’s reputation for shrinking male pride…hohoho…Ahhh…I need to knock some sense into my head badly…’scuze me while I log out from this PC and buy a bottle of red-fuckin’-horse from the store…