Hello everyone!
So I'm still here outside our gate, waiting for some miracles to happen and someone inside our compound would wake up for an unknown reason and open the gate. Crossing my fingers! No. I'm busy tapping my phone as I'm telling you this ordeal. I have a lot of options, but I'm afraid even just at the thought of some of them.
I was planning to just climb over, but there is an installed CCTV camera. I don't want to be construed as a thief. Plus, my outfit of the day seems to be not appropriate for climbing. Not a good option.
I can just bang the gate until someone inside hears me. I did! Believe me, I did, but I guess everyone is in the dreamland that they forget about me. Been tapping and banging the gate for more than an hour but to no avail. Maybe they're all dead inside? The horror.
I can shout "Fire!" and make a scene until everyone is dragged away from their slumber, but I think that would land me in jail. I'm already dramatizing a lot of scenarios in my head where I can channel the best actor in me, but I guess I can't do it in action. I'm still lost in that aspect.
I tried calling my sister, my brother, and the whole family's group chat, but no one answered. The downside of too much technology? I didn't save any of my family's phone numbers and didn't even memorize one of them. I mean, I didn't find any meaning in memorizing someone's phone number anymore. I guess this is the meaning I have been looking for?
I was also planning on going somewhere else and staying there until morning, but I guess no establishments are open at this hour because curfew is still in effect. I could go to a hotel or something, but I didn't have cash in me. Spent it already on the food and drinks earlier. Another downside of too much technology? Not having enough cash. But I guess hotels accept GCash or something. I really do hope they'll accept HBD and HIVE someday. For now, I can just hope while sitting alone somewhere near our gate.
Or!
I can wallow at my mishap while monetizing it! Which is what I'm doing right now. Tapping my phone in a slightly dark alley while you might be enjoying my predicament the moment you read this. I can remember Ariana Grande's character tweeting while being stabbed by a killer in that dumb series that I liked very much - Scream Queens. Kween things only!
Wait. Did I tell you the context of why this is happening? Well, here it is. I have a lot of time to kill anyway.
Where should I start? From that weekend afternoon? Yeah! That one.
The context is that I'm typing this under the slight influence of alcohol. Slight. Not too much. I'm just a little tipsy because I claimed to have a high tolerance to alcohol. That's still subject to verification. It's just my conjecture after a few drinking sessions I attended in my whole life.
I was at CBTL (Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf) yesterday afternoon because they're on a double stamp until today for their tumbler giveaway. We (with Ivana and 
) agreed to go to Payag-Payag (a resto-bar that changed its name but I forgot its new name) to have dinner and drink a little bit. Nothing unusual for celebration. It's just a random suggestion to have a chill Sunday evening.
) agreed to go to Payag-Payag (a resto-bar that changed its name but I forgot its new name) to have dinner and drink a little bit. Nothing unusual for celebration. It's just a random suggestion to have a chill Sunday evening.
While at Payag-Payag, GB and I joined the Game Night that was organized by Hive PH. While we were on...
Wait! My sister woke up and opened the gate! After almost 3 hours of waiting, I finally got inside. Anyway, I'll finish this and hit that publish button because I'm honestly sleepy now.
Continuing with the context, we were having this Game Night at Hive PH's discord while having this tower of drink that seemed to be just pure juice. We were more than halfway already and I still didn't feel that drunken state where I will just blurt out whatever I have in mind. I know I'm drunk when I can't control what I say even if I'm still aware. I didn't feel that sense of losing control. Or was I? No. I'm not drunk. Says every drunk person ever.
I must add this: My dog, Cookie, got out and accompanied me while I was still outside. I didn't feel alone because of him.
Moral of the story: Have a dog that will accompany you in your sadness! No. Tell your family ahead that you'll be home late and probably drunk so that they can open the gate for you. Bow.
I guess this is it! Happy weekend! Wait. It's already Monday here so happy weekend to the part of the world that's still weekend! I hope you enjoyed my downfall, you bitch! Oops!
Kim Ybañez
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