Bullfrog was one of the main staple drinks in a 🇦🇪 bar when I was there circa 2007-2010.
I was a REBEL when I was younger. I started drinking when I was 14 and smoking right around that age. There was a full-blown angst inside of me that I really thought I would’ve been in jail had it not been diverted to drinking.
I never fully share what I feel when I was younger. I never fully understand why I hated my life. It was probably the hormones. Or the fact that I had an absentee father. I’m not even going to blame it on that because frankly, I didnt really care that he was not around. I cared that my Mother was so affected by his absence and what other people would say. To be quite honest, I liked how he was never around because he suck the happiness out of us whenever he’s around. He was more concerned of disciplining kids he saw once a year and instead of just spending time with us, he’d rather spend it with his friends drinking and gambling.
I forgive him, even if he never asked forgiveness. Forgiving was more for me than his. The animosity will always be there because of how he disappoints my Mother, who up to this moment is still so bitter even with the separation. But I forgive him. I forgave the embarrassment he gave my Mother when he only visits once a year and all her friends thought they already separated. Up to now it baffles me why they didn’t, because it would’ve been better. But I guess, everything happens for a reason.
I forgave him for the pain and suffering he gave my Mother. Because my pain is irrelevant and through the course of time I have learned to let go of people who never wanted me in their lives.
Where was I? 🤦🏻♀️
I fell in love with Bullfrog when we went to this bar at Jumeirah Beach Hotel. Someone bought me this drink and I got wasted.
Here’s the thing: I’m usually a very stiff person. I’ve been called names at work (behind my back of course, they can try saying it to my face I might give them either my middle finger 🖕🏼 or a backhand 😂) I was called Ice Queen, Uptight, Snobbish, Sassy and my fave, Ms. Minchin (referring to an antagonist from Princess Sarah, if you’re not from 🇵🇭 you will never get this joke 🤦🏻♀️) so when I go out with people and I start drinking and put my hair down they realize I can be fun. Or violent. Or crazy. Thanks to my unhealthy relationship with Bullfrog.
(I was a third wheel when Perpie decided to date this Aussie and I was drunk I broke one glass of bullfrog! 🤦🏻♀️)
One glass gives you the buzz and the 2nd makes you drunk but the Red Bull keeps you standing. 😂
Usually, after 3 drinks of Bullfrog I’m passed out. You will normally see me sleeping on a table or looking for fights. 🤦🏻♀️ If I’m lucky, I will have no recollection of what transpired that night. 😂
I love Bullfrog. It’s like a bad boy you should never ever date. It’s badass. Makes you feel good. Warms you when you’re cold. Soothes you when you’re hot. But you know, it’s not gonna work.
I broke up with Bullfrog a few years ago. I love Bullfrog but it will never work for both us. I will continue to humiliate myself under the influence. But there will always be a place in my heart for Bullfrog.
Through life’s experiences, be it good or bad, we always learn from it. But I will never regret my choices because I am who I am for those choices.
Maybe at one point, I might’ve thought of it as a bad idea but I will never forget my past because it molded me to the person I am today.