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disclaimer: this is an account of the writer's experience. resemblance to any person, living or dead, strictly MAYBE coincidental. :)
it was a wednesday night. after tackling a barrage of thesis thoughts, a group of weary seniors dragged (or drove) themselves into the heart of Ortigas Center, up into the three layers of Pier One.
the sun's still up. white balls remain scattered in the neighboring golf driving range. somewhere, people are putting up tarps, setting up equipment, and practicing modeling moves (eherm). all the while many stomachs scream hunger. the writer looks at her watch. 2 hours and 25 minutes till showtime.
it was the night of ACTM's 2nd GA. after boss abbie delegated documentation tasks, waited for people to arrive, got dressed inside the car, and grew large devil horns from constantly making fun of a specific person's ONE and ONLY skill, i took a self-imposed break and succumbed to the call of alcohol. i knew i wanted to drink, and maybe get wasted, but i doubted if my wallet could handle it. and so i got a nice safe bottle of alco-pop ERG, which thankfully started the trickle of alcohol in our table. :) i guess my ERG would have to take the backseat, because clearly, the Blue Margarita and the Slammer had the spotlight.
the stars of the night: kris and abbie. both got drunk on entirely different levels, but there was the signature lasing moves: boisterous singing, acting (kris to rina and the rest of the world while going down the stone steps: "Hindi ako lasing noh!"), martial arts (abbie managing to kick kris and i in an attempt to go down the car), and dramatic movie lines (which, id rather not mention).
i drove us home in the AbbieMobile with rina in my passenger seat and the two stars clawing one another at the back. one of us had a new fetish of speakin' like ghetto kid (yow mama know wha' i mean?) complete with the hand moves and the head twists. we were laughing our heads off while cruising the highways, and then one of them complained about having a heavy head. minutes later, she was shaking her hands in the driver's (ehem) face saying that she can't feel them. it was then that rina and i decided to get them some hardcore black coffee, which only one of them managed to drink. the other one? well...she didn't have hands, remember? :)
and so after dropping kris at burgundy we went to the apartment to park the car and sleep. however, before doing so we managed to startle the guard (apparently, the girl who couldn't feel her hands now did and clapped them hard which shook him up), realize that one of us wore two different shoes (the driver's fault), and get into a purging session of the night's frivolities.
one thing's certain: IT WAS FUN. AND UNFORGETTABLE. but then it's always fun and unforgettable when im with them. :) so ano mga dude? one more round??? one more round!!! :) :) :)
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