The most important lesson I learned last night was this: never send text messages when I’m drunk.
I was baffled by text messages from friends this morning, apparently their replies to my text the previous night. Among all the text replies, what stood out was a sealed appointment for next weekend, which, from looking at my Sent folder, was started by my rather fierce (think Christian Siriano) text request to meet. Now, it’s not that I do not like meeting up…in fact, I believe now that when you’re drunk, you deal with things that you subconsciously have wanted to do or say. So this appointment would be with a group of special friends whom I haven’t seen in months. See, I have always wanted to hang out with them, just like we used to back when life isn’t as busy as now (aka bago pa magmahal ang lahat ng bilihin; one of them after all works for the Department of Trade and Industry so he became busier, if we will believe his reason for always missing our dates, a baptism where he’s one of the godfathers included). Of course, I didn’t tell them that I drunk-text them. I’m satisfied with the plan though. Maybe I should get drunk more often so I can decide on and attend to more relevant things that have been pending for some time now.
Anyway, at the other end of this amusing anecdote, this is also a subtle reminder to me not to make promises when either I’m too happy or too drunk. Someone sent me that as a text message and now, I can say that it rings very true.