Exercise in futility

Has this ever happened to you? You see or hear or experience something during the course of the day, and you think, "man, I gotta blog about this!"

Then a measly hour or two later, when you get access again to your computer, the brilliant idea is gone. Just like a snowflake with its nanosecond of fame in hell.

I've been racking (wracking?) my brain the past few minutes, trying to recall what this terrific idea I had, was. Let's see if going into regression mode will help any.

Spent the evening with one of my beloved brothers and his wife in a bar. We drank beer.

Nope, my idea wasn't about beer. Now that I think of it, though, I'll mention that the staff recommended we try Coors light. We politely declined. No offense to Coors fans out there, but we've tried Coors before and we did not like its taste at all. Not one tiny bit. So we stuck to our local San Miguel Pale Pilsen (whose taste and flavor kicks Coors' AND San Miguel Light's asses in a major way, but that's just our opinion).

(I can't help saying that San Miguel Light is a poor excuse for a beer, but again, that's just my personal opinion. It sucks! It's an insult to the beer that San Miguel is known for. OK, enough of that. Shut up already, Lizza.)

So my idea didn't have anything to do with beer. Did it have anything to do with the food? All we had was calamari. It was OK, but nothing to write home about. Scratch the food idea.

Did it have anything to do with the band that was playing? Hmmmm. Perhaps. I do remember they performed a cover of a certain song that's something like a national anthem for drinkers, bar-goers and strip-joint-goers here. Hardcore bar- strip joint-goers will practically stand up and salute when this song plays. :-D

I never realized until tonight that I could actually sing along to it. Jeez.

The band at the bar tonight did an awesome version of this song. It's called Luha or "Tears," by a band called Aegis. It's a Tagalog song, so apologies to my non-Filipino friends since you won't be able to understand it. It talks about tears and love and get-the-hell-out-of-my-face, yadda yadda. Still a great song, though.



I, for one reason or another, have never visited a strip joint. But I did enjoy this night's cover of that song in the bar I went to. The routine they do (or so they say) at the local strip joints for this song has been described to me in great detail. I could probably do it, if I weren't laughing so hard. (And if I didn't have to use the pole, and if I had the type of awesome body to do it!)

What was the point of this post again? Ohh, the awesome post thing. Nope, haven't recovered it.

I'll let you know once I do.

EDIT: Now I remember!!! It has something to do with voice, so I'll talk about that one next.