Unicorn Bacardi

The past weekend should have been fun-filled for me.

I went to my sisters' place for a dance night out. On my way there, i bought a shirt to cap off my psyched gimmick mode. When i got there though, we were just tired. We decided to have a low key indoor drinking session but with a twist. Since we were never the siblings who put their perfect oufits to waste, we played dress up.

Then, we went to a nearby supermarket and scouted for the cheapest but of high quality alcohol.The goal was to get Tequila Sauza. It seemed, however, that everybody was onto this drink as well. It was out of stock. Dang it! We carefully looked rack to rack for the next best thing. What drink could get us off burning holes in our air sacs but not in our pockets? Nothing really tickled our fancy until we asked the sales lady.

We found ourselves enticed with the Bacardi Mojito pack. It had a glass tumbler, CD-Rom on how to make Mojitos and, the best of all things, a dildo-shaped stirrer for the price of 500Php. And just like that, we found our drink. The mojito night whipped us into a buying frenzy. We bought the ingredients for the mojito and went straight home after.

It was only then that we found out we forgot to buy club soda. Still, the night had to go on. My sisters concocted what I suspected to be, an orange juice with mint. In my mind, I was wondering if that drink would complement the Bacardi straight up. But then again, what the heck? I was way too busy putting on heavy eye makeup. Then Blacky, our guitarman/ friend, joined us. Everytime we and our closest friends drank, Blacky would join us. He would be Carlos Santana and we would be the many, many superstar guest singers in his album.

Nobody was in the mood to sing, though. We just chatted the night away. I thought, it was perfect. The topics were interesting enough to keep me from taking out my Shakira voice-belting prowess and instead put our about-to-be-fried brain cells to good use.I felt Blacky was relaxed at thought that he won't be playing guitar the entire night. He was so relaxed that he raised a topic so difficult and so provocative that got everybidy thinking.

"Who is/ are your unicorn/s?" Blacky said.

To this day, the issue would still arrest my thoughts. This was one of those moments where I wished Blacky would fucking shut his mouth and strum a melody. He was beginning to ruin my night.

"Who are your unicorns?" I thought to myself.

"Aren't they the mythical characters, usually white horses with horns that possess magical powers that can dispel evil and bad luck?"

Wrong. Apparently there would be several meanings to this creature. In psychology, there existed the unicorn concept or something you could describe but definitely unreal or imaginary.

The typical unicorn we grew up believing and loving.

Then Blacky's theory of unicorns. He said, unicorns are those people you have desired and/ or longed to have but never did. This was no longer, I said. The very reliable Bacardi was kicking my ass and my head was processing too many images, too many memories. too many feelings, mostly painful ones. I have had more unicorns than a real... well, i would not know what could be the unicorns' exisitng counterpart. Suffice to say, I had too many unfinished businesses with "relationships" I invested in. Associations that hunted and haunted me for years. Could I be a unicorn collector?

"I never had any unicorns. I got every person I wanted to have and have me," my eldest sister said.

I bellowed, "Lies!" Of course she had a lot of unicorns as well. If not, then she would not be single now. My middle sister said she had one. All of us knew who that guy is. She then added, "But I was a unicorn to everybody."

We could never be more related. Blacky said he has had two. One being the girl my deceased ex chased after dumping me. The other, a girl whom he played with as a child. In my mind, that could be a character he just made up in one of his games.

As for me, like I said, I have had a lot of unicorns. That wouldn't be the worst thing. The problem here would be that I kept unicorns and somehow continued to collect them. Blacky said the best way to get rid of them is to confront them or let them go. I found difficulty doing either one of them.

Unicorns are just too beautiful to be set free running wild into forests. In the hearts of my hearts, I would like them to stay but unicorns have magic. They are just too powerful to be controlled and here in my "ranch" all i could do is hope.

I was thinking of unicorns when i forgot my wallet in a restroom stall.