Red Horse Beer Also Has Stories to Tell

Desiderata always remind me to listen. I listen to anyone. I learn to listen to silence. I listen to everything and everyone around me.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Desiderata

 I listen to Red Horse Beer. Yes, every bottle and can of Red Horse Beer has its own stories to tell.

Look at this beer. Alone; but does it look lonely?

You can’t tell, of course!

Bottles of beer need to be alone sometimes. Being alone isn’t loneliness but a great chance to make a difference. Being alone is not boredom; it’s a big happy and peaceful party!

We don’t just drink beer. We need to listen to the stories of beer.

Because even bottles of beer, they too, have great stories to tell!

Problems and Politics

I have serious political problems. Shame on me but I have been talking like a true politician. My life sometimes is a great political joke that gets elected!

Sunday. I got a serious matter in my mind that needed careful deliberation.

Alone (not all politicians ally with political party, eh), I went to Sto. Nino Church to say my serenity prayer and headed towards Balyuan.

I felt in love with the place many times but yesterday, the place seemed dry as the President’s speeches. I felt a little sad but I was smiling like a mad. Crazy politics!

In my mind, I was solemnly deleberating my next major decision. Like our Senators I have serious relationship problems.

It seems to me that loving someone is as risky as running for the Senate. There is risk of being cheated (dagdag-bawas, perhaps); the risk of losing after investing time and money.

Without a hint – unpredicatably – a couple, both my sangkay – arrived. Of course you would expect them to ask me why I was alone.

I told them in a matter of fact tone that I was thinking of the fate of Chief Justice Renato Corona. It looked like both of them believed. Well, I likewise believed in that lie, too.

But what do you expect me to say?

I have learned the beauty of concealing what I feel. I have learned the craft of true politicians.

I ended up with cans of Red Horse Beer and pancit canton. With nothing in mind. Just like how our legislators slept underneath the Reproductive Health Bill and the Freedom of Information Bill!

That’s life’s most unlikely combination.

Monday Beer Talk

Red Horse beer and the fire! This was taken during my adventure in Bantayan Island, Cebu.

When relationship is good, it’s nice to celebrate with beer; when relationship fails, it may be good to have beer to start over. But let us remember that beer is not the core of everything. It is not a gear but a lubricating agent to keep gears running.

I wish I had a can of Red Horse beer as I type this post but I don’t need to because my mind keep on juicing up ideas like free-flowing beer!

So let’s talk about beer. I have tried several local beers but I only feel in love with Red Horse beer. Most of my friends love it, too! Recently, I had cold bottles of Red Horse beer with a good friend.

It was unplanned but the beer talk with my new friend Tonton (here in Tacloban) turned to be one of the best.

Beer talk is always rewarding when we talk sensible things. And sensible things are not always the “heavy ones” but something that relate to significant human experiences of the person we talk with.

In Cebu, my bestfriend and I (along with other close friends) would love to talk small and big things with few bottles of beer. The place where the beer talk happen was less significant than the talk and beer. Whether we got beer at famous Mango Avenue (Gen. Maxilom Avenue in Cebu City) or in nearby sari-sari store, it was always the quality of the talk that matter most.

There was particular beer talk that I could never forget – not until I’m alive. And there was beer talk in an island that I always love to remember.

And believe me, beer saved me!

Would you believe also that beer saved the world?

I do . And I believe that we should thank beer for what we have today. Well, I read so many things about beer and I keep on enriching my beer knowledge base.

One striking fact I stumbled was revealed in Discovery Channel documentary, “How Beer Saved the World”. If you’re beer lover like me, you will surely get inspired.

I learned from the documentary that one of the great American, Benjamin Franklin once told that “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. ”

Beer help establish today’s mighty nation, the United Sates of America, the documentary claimed.

Let me share how beer took a role in American history. As claimed in the documentary by US author and historian Dr. Gregg Smith, “Beer is the secret history of America. It’s in our DNA.” It was because beer revolutionized America’s industry. Beer industry has domino effect in the economy.

Beer also helped modern medicine to advance as it is today through the germ theory.

Let’s go back to how beer helped build America. It was in December 16, 1773, in the Green Dragon Tavern in Boston, the struggle for independence from the British was born with beer. I believe it was one of the greatest beer talk in the world.

By the way, old America’s tavern are like blog and Facebook of today. Revolutionaries discussed, debated, and decided many things in the tavern with beer.

It is not surprising then that the US national anthem was borrowed from the 18th century drinking song (a song to test sobriety). The words were changed but the tune the same. Indeed, beer helped found America!

Personally, some major decisions in my life were also inspired by a bottle of beer or two. I drink beer to celebrate and to be happy. I drink beer to think, reflect and decide. I drink beer to survive and to revolutionize! Just for today, I cannot say that I drink beer to save the world! Of course, I drink beer to help the world. Just like you.

The beer talk with Tonton was not about revolution of course! We did not talk about the energy crisis in Mindanao (actually we both trace our roots from Mindanao). Nor we talk about noynoying President nor Binay’s political coalitions and Liberal’s insecurity. We talk about life, our life’s light experiences. Our Monday beer talk was very light and was to strengthen our friendship.

Friendship, in my case, is not always built over bottles of beer but mostly better strengthened by beer. Not all beer talks are good. Some are not worthy to remember. Some turned bad when the spirit of beer overpowered the spirit of good friendship and camaraderie.

I know I still have some other beer talks in the future. And I hope we never run out of beer. Cheers!

Have a happy beer day to all of us!