marla, irene and i.
i dunno what got into me but i have been drunk for two nights running. you see, i hang out with these two girls alot. we've known each other for ten years, maybe more. and the beauty of being friends with them is we all have this come-what-fucking-may attitude. so last friday we decided to leave marla's van at irene's place, hop into a cab and enjoy the scene over at sucat at 19 east bar and grill. we were kinda hoping for something different. the over-looking scene was nice and the fact that we weren't having coffee on a friday night made it different enough i guess.
we ordered a round of tequila rose, realized we liked it and ordered a bottle of the stuff. and soon enough we were giddy as hell. (i had also finished off a happy stick by then so i was VERY happy.) that night we made a pact -- that when we get to be in our late thirties or early forties, we will not go out to bars dressed like effin' ballroom dancers trying to land young dance instructors, like the women in the next table. i had to ask them not to say it too loudly as there more of them women at the next table and we might lose the impending cat fight because of their individual volume combined.
irene asked the waiter if anyone had ever puked in the bar's fountain. no one ever had.
we finished our bottle at around 3am.
i realized that alcohol tolerance is kinda like riding a bike. marla and irene were falling asleep at the table. i had another shot of plain and pure tequila because i needed "real" alcohol.
it was a bummer though that there were no cabs going by the place as i had to haul 3 drunk asses on to a passing jeepney and get off at the nearest place which looked decent enough to have cabs that would take us to QC.
i kinda sobered up then. 3 drunk girls out on their own in unfamiliar territory can give you buzz kill. but we got home safe and slept it off.
it was so much fun. and i think that was partly the reason why after having slept til 3pm at irene's (though irene by that time had left us because she had a 10am production meeting), marla and i had a really late breakfast at heaven and eggs on morato, had coffee with irene (who again left for another meeting, this time with piolo pascual. yes, THE piolo pascual, who loves her so much that he decided to give her a 30G iPod. *envy, envy* and it's not so much the gadget but who gave it to her.), went jogging and then decided to meet up again at 1030pm to get drunk some more.
marla and i parted ways temporarily -- she to various meetings and i to the gym to work out and flirt.
she picked me up at the gym and then went over to irene's and then we went off to music 21 for a night of drunkenness and videoke. it was a pitcher of tequila sunrise for marla and i and two glasses of margarita for irene. we had a set of happy songs and then decided not to kid ourselves and went on to sad songs...
it was basically a great girls' weekend out. i think i really needed to do that.
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ps
i realized something about myself. when things get real bad at work, i don't explode, i implode and i'm not sure how healthy that is.
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we ordered a round of tequila rose, realized we liked it and ordered a bottle of the stuff. and soon enough we were giddy as hell. (i had also finished off a happy stick by then so i was VERY happy.) that night we made a pact -- that when we get to be in our late thirties or early forties, we will not go out to bars dressed like effin' ballroom dancers trying to land young dance instructors, like the women in the next table. i had to ask them not to say it too loudly as there more of them women at the next table and we might lose the impending cat fight because of their individual volume combined.
irene asked the waiter if anyone had ever puked in the bar's fountain. no one ever had.
we finished our bottle at around 3am.
i realized that alcohol tolerance is kinda like riding a bike. marla and irene were falling asleep at the table. i had another shot of plain and pure tequila because i needed "real" alcohol.
it was a bummer though that there were no cabs going by the place as i had to haul 3 drunk asses on to a passing jeepney and get off at the nearest place which looked decent enough to have cabs that would take us to QC.
i kinda sobered up then. 3 drunk girls out on their own in unfamiliar territory can give you buzz kill. but we got home safe and slept it off.
it was so much fun. and i think that was partly the reason why after having slept til 3pm at irene's (though irene by that time had left us because she had a 10am production meeting), marla and i had a really late breakfast at heaven and eggs on morato, had coffee with irene (who again left for another meeting, this time with piolo pascual. yes, THE piolo pascual, who loves her so much that he decided to give her a 30G iPod. *envy, envy* and it's not so much the gadget but who gave it to her.), went jogging and then decided to meet up again at 1030pm to get drunk some more.
marla and i parted ways temporarily -- she to various meetings and i to the gym to work out and flirt.
she picked me up at the gym and then went over to irene's and then we went off to music 21 for a night of drunkenness and videoke. it was a pitcher of tequila sunrise for marla and i and two glasses of margarita for irene. we had a set of happy songs and then decided not to kid ourselves and went on to sad songs...
it was basically a great girls' weekend out. i think i really needed to do that.
+)
__________
ps
i realized something about myself. when things get real bad at work, i don't explode, i implode and i'm not sure how healthy that is.
+?