Forgetfulness

Every now and then, in my enthusiasm to be a little bit sophisticated, I forget that I really despise the taste of wine. Such Enthusiasm-Inspired-Forgetfullness aka selective memory is also seen in: the excitement to go on a long distance bike ride (forgotten: how much I want to die after 40km), or thinking I should wear my fabulous 5 inch heels for a night out (forgotten: they make my feet acquire muscular dystrophy after one hour).

This transpired again last night at a cocktail bar: I ordered an expensive (by my cheap standards) glass of wine, and ended up drinking the complimentary glass of water. Good job! Nevertheless, I had a wonderful night out with a good friend who happens to be one of the few people in the world that can understand jokes and references to both Swedish and Filipino culture. Who else can I talk to about fjortisar (shudder) and eating Balut?*

Then at 4 in the morning I got a call from O, whom I hadn't talked to since last year. He amusingly demonstrated a fine example of Alcohol-Inspired-Forgetfulness (forgotten: we're not dating anymore).

Definitely an entertaining night!

*Fjortisar: young swedish teenage girls trying to be cool, Balut: fertilised duck egg. In case you wanted to know :oD