It seems my Annual Depression Downward Spiral, the time of year I become depressed like an orphaned emo kid with cancer for no apparent reason (humor me), is starting early this year. Must have been triggered by Cory Aquino’s death (again, humor me).

I only have two weapons against depression: 1) someone who’s willing to listen to my rubbish and 2) alcohol. I don’t have #1 right now so, last night, I fought off depression with #2 at Sidebar, El Pueblo with a small group of friends.

There was this hot chick who totally rocked the hot librarian/teacher/secretary look at the table next to ours. I was totally falling in love with her. I was sure she was soooo into me too and we were having the time of our lives with our little “I am soooo totally into youuuu” staring contests (remember, I was drunk).

And then she started singing. And then she started talking loudly. And then she went to our table, put her hands around my girl friend’s shoulders, and asked for our names. She was like a drunk Marian Rivera. Only less hot.

Respite from Depression City ended immediately after one of her friends dragged her away into the restroom. You gotta love Monday night drinks.

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