Spirits

The summer heat is taking its toll. And while I have tried to preserve my sanity by sleeping right under my AC’s vent, I still only manage a couple of hours sleep before I am made aware of the days sweltering temperatures. I have transformed my bedroom to a veritable cinema, the kind that horny college kids frequent to do some acrobatics in the dark– to no avail. I am still reminded by nature that I am not a bat and I should not be sleeping at a time when she demonstrates how hot the sun can be minus the ozone layer.

Given the enthusiasm that the morning and afternoon heat applies themselves to the task of keeping me awake, I countered by employing the very essences that nature itself produced; wine and vodka. These two babies I bought from the weekend market at Salcedo, and while they are relatively cheap, they fulfill their purpose.

The vodka is a killer. I took a swig straight up and the alcohol made its presence felt for a full 30 seconds– leaving a trail of fire from my esophagus down to my belly. The Chilean wine is almost done. It’s fruity but with an elegant kick. I would like to say that it’s of a very good year, but I haven’t reached that kind of sophistication nor wealth as yet. Suffice it to say that the process of getting drunk with this wine was very pleasant and left me happily drowsy everytime.

Now drinking myself to a stupor everyday has become my stop gap measure for these unsleepable mornings and despite my preference for all things natural, sometimes we have to compromise and allow these potent spirits to guide us to la-la-land.