Aborted Mojitos

Eto na.

Friday came last week. A plan was carefully thought out by me and my ever dependable, hesitationless gay brother, we decided to go out that night. Our phones were smokingly busy when Friday dawned and we were so gigglish with the plan. My hypertensive sister, with her experience of drought, was also excited and I was busy trying to reach some other friends to complete the ensemble.

As expected, the thing that happens to almost every well-thought plans happened to ours. Cancellations, late replies, laziness bit our asses, and the beds with clean sheets were calling our name to just spread our lazy bones and call the masahista to get the day over with. To no avail, my late comer of a brother finally arrived bringing with him a new shirt to get his ass inspired. Who cant say no to that?

But then, we can smell the stale air of partying out fading. We wanted to party but we wanted to stay comfortably in our house with our reliable Ate Glo and our non-bathing mascot. There was just one problem, we wanted to stay but we also wanted to be glamorous!

One bright idea after, we went on. Here's the plan: we will play dress up, with our make-ups on, we'll pose till we're numbed form it and drink tequila till the last drop. We hurried up and went to SM Hypermart to buy tequila. WALA!! We faced this difficult dilemma of choosing what now?!

As if we heard the angels sang, the saleslady offered this White Bacardi with free glass and a rustproof steel mixer that was shaped like a dildo....we bought it right away! From its box was an instruction on how to make a mojito out of it. We decided to give it a go.

We shopped for the ingredients but stupidly enough, forgot the one that will play the most part for the mojito, apart from the Bacardi of course. We stupid sisters forgot the club soda but bought the lime, the mint etc!

That night might be the night of the aborted mojitos but we sure had fun! The White Bacardi neat sure kicked us in our butts! We stumbled, slurred and fell our heads snoringly in our pillows but we had our smiles pasted on our lips that night because the head swirl was worth it!