This is certainly not the first time I’d be celebrating Hallow’s Eve on Boracay Island. I’ve done so with flourish 13 years ago but back then, I was more focused on getting the perfect bat wings and perfect hair & make-up for the glamorous manananggal look I was going for.
This year, I leave the costume worries to those who still get the kick out of dressing up during Hallowe’en. After years of spending money on outfits that I never want to be seen in again, figured it’s more fun (and economical) to sit back and watch all the youngsters compete for attention with their pleather cat suits, ubiquitous angel wings and red demon horns. I’ll probably just chill in my usual uniform (which pretty much translates to bright bikinis, denim shorts and island-given healthy tan). Ok maybe, just maybe… I’ll tape a partially opened zipper and throw a rainbow of mermaid powders onto a portion of my face. Darlings, I’m not exactly known for being a party pooper.
My drink, however, will join the merrymaking.
As a nod to the rum-soaked, free-spirited ragamuffin skippers that command Boracay’s red-trimmed paraws, I’m serving this spiced rum cocktail to friends all night as we mull over who among the costumed revelers is trying the hardest and who is pulling it off with ease. It would be nice to see someone putting on something with a more local or island flavour than going for the cliché witch-with-the-pointy-hat or Dracula. Arriving as Chuck Noland with Wilson (Castaway, 2000) would be awesome, not to mention destination-appropriate. I’ll defo also flip out if I spot Grendel’s Mother (Beowulf, 2007), minus the stupid heels of course. Or the voodoo priestess, Calypso (At World’s End, 2007), who I actually contemplated on coming as. But should I catch Jack Sparrow, though I sure hope he comes damn close to looking like Monsieur Depp, he’ll get a complimentary pitcher of this drink.
For extra drama appropriate for the holiday, I’ve taken a page out of Hannibal Lecter’s book on skull-sawing techniques (although mine turned out to be the work of an axe murderer instead of a skilled surgeon!) and transformed coconuts into the perfect cocktail vessels. Bit morbid in theory but nothing should ever be taken seriously anyway when it’s Hallowe’en. Except perhaps choosing your costume.
Because dude, admit it, that knife stuck through your head is a bit dated.
P.S. Got an extra zipper, if you need one.