speakeasy

Last night, I found myself at The Blind Pig with some of my closest, dearest friends. After dinner at Stockton Place in Legazpi Village, Evan said we could have a drink at The Blind Pig, a speakeasy. I have heard of the place and I have heard that term, “speakeasy,” used before but I’ve never been to one and never thought I would so I never really went out of my way to find out what the word meant.

a prohibition era photo of a speakeasy (taken from the Internet)

a prohibition era photo of a speakeasy (taken from the Internet)

Apparently, it was a prominent feature during the Prohibition Era when bars were put up in secret; there would be no signs and it was some place you had to know on your own if you want to get in. Often times, you’d have to know someone to get you in, and you needed a secret word or a secret knock to be able to enter. It was Prohibition and the serving of liquor was not allowed but people found ways. They always found ways.

Nowadays, since liquor isn’t banned in most civilised countries, the speakeasy is a bar where the music is put at low volume so that people can have a good time talking to each other — to speak easily — and just sit down and be able to converse over a well-made cocktail. The Blind Pig had rules that were printed at the back of their menu. They requested their guests to not be boisterous and not talk really loud, to not change seats, and if they wanted to talk to someone in another table (i.e. to pick them up or so), you’d have to ask the hostess to mediate for you.

I think the idea was that you come in to the speakeasy to hang out and talk to your friends and that’s it. If you wanted to go out and be seen, dance, party, and be loud and boisterous, you go to a regular bar. Here, you sit down, have a good drink, and converse with your friends.

I kinda like the idea. The hostess was articulate and intelligent and the drink list was few but there was a section that stated, and I’m paraphrasing: “Tell the hostess what kind of drink you want — base liquor and flavour profile — and our bartenders will mix a cocktail to your liking.” I went for a Dark and Stormy, which is a dark rum base with ginger and something else, I’ve forgotten. I’m a rum person, you know? It was great.

The Bling Pig was unusually dark, though, but I suppose it helps keep the “seen-to-be-seen” crowd away. You came here to talk. And that we did.

Friends who are family: Evan, Amanda, Cat, and Carlo (sans Loraine) taken last August; friends I cannot see enough of

Friends who are family: Evan, Amanda, Cat, and Carlo (sans Loraine) taken last August; friends I cannot see enough of

It was so good to be able to hang out with Cat, Carlo, Amanda, and Evan again. Loraine, Amanda’s sister was in town for a week and we got to spend some time with her as well. Lately, I’ve been feeling antsy. Lots of work coming up and I just started on the work at Green Initiative and I am still feeling in a point of transition. I have said before that things are coming, things are looking up, but I am still at a middle point, like I’ve left my journey and I’m getting impatient. Not a good place to be.

I have yet to settle in to some level of routine. I think I will feel a lot more settled when things finally settle down to some level of normalcy. Right now, everything is up in the air and nothing is final or sure.

Which is why I really cherish moments like last night where I can feel human and normal. Any self-doubts immediately disappear when I’m surrounded by people whom I love and who love me back. And when I look at these people and realise how amazing I think they are, it comforts me to know that they chose to be with me as well. I know I did something right. I take great comfort in that.

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