Almost wicked getaway
"Did anything wicked in Boracay?" asked a friend after I got back from a long overdue ("Last December pa dapat 'yan ah!"), much needed (to get my dose of sensory pleasure and serenity), fly- in, fly- out stay in the beach bum's paradise.
I watched the sunset twice - which was nice (like sunsets everywhere, those in Bora are sad and sweet). I barhopped, but had only two bottles of beer and four shots of tequila - which was shameful (a relapse, for I was still undergoing therapy and not really allowed to drink alcohol for the next six months). I got to meet Jude himself, bartending at his own bar (the ever popular, Hey Jude!) - which was cool. I had a blanket of stars hug my tipsy (ehem) self - which was wonderful (background music from Hedkandi and The Ministry Of Sound, sandcastles built by the kids being lighted up). I made a couple of new girl and guy pals - which was great (good thing I was in my element that night, totally feeling sociable).
All together, they won't make wicked. As if something's missing, and I'm not sure what is it. But since I was able to leave my belligerent baggages at home, I was more than happy.
Hmm, I'm beginning to wonder, what will my next visit be like? One thing's for sure, the next time I'm going, I'll be truly wicked.
posted by teepsee @ 12:19 PM
2 Comments:
sama koooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!
eka lang... parang andalas kong mag-comment sa mga posts dito, ah!
hehehehehe...
Bora.... the perfect getaway that never was...
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