I had a lot of fun last night. Too bad I didn’t bring my own digital camera, so the pictures will have to wait until next time. Although I must point out that a few things didn’t go according to plan:
- I didn’t get really drunk and wasted;
- I didn’t get to watch the UP Baguio Lantern Parade, much less attended Pasiklaban, and;
- Because I’m not drunk, I’m blogging with a really benign hangover.
With bullet-points over and done with, let’s get to blogging.
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Last night, me and a few friends from high school got together to celebrate Christmas the best way we could: good food, good drink, and good companionship. There was Dette and her boyfriend Bep, our two engineers Lincoln and McJames, our future engineer Chedan, our registered nurse Aaron, our future registered nurse Mickey, our insurance agent Haidee, our future events-planner Katz, Jayson and his wife Inin, and our future pharmacist Rhoda. My good friend Noel couldn’t come to the party because he had a company Christmas party to attend, but showed up for a couple of minutes to say hello.
We started off the night by having dinner at Kubong Sawali by Military Cut-Off Road. “A bite to eat” is a nuanced expression: since it’s Christmas, we ordered three bilao‘s of mixed seafood platters that included octopus, grilled squid, tuna sashimi, steamed mussels, steamed tilapia, and rellenong bangus. While I’m not the biggest fan of seafood, I had a particular liking for the squid. The tuna sashimi, while not very fresh, was quite good even if the wasabi obviously was the kind that comes in a tube.
Because it was about time I treated my friends, I decided that a round of beers at 18 BC at Legarda Road to prime our stomachs was just the way to do it. Then, at Aaron’s suggestion, we headed off to Samurai Comedy Bar, found at the basement of La Azotea.
I can’t say that I like comedy bars: I’m not a fan of gay humor. But if anything, there’s something enjoyable about comedy bars if you’re not dragged into the stage to interact with a gay dude. It got very funny when both Jayson and Bep were dragged into said stage. I just hope that that they didn’t hear me calling them “animal food-trough wipers” on the way out. Ah, what I wouldn’t do to find a comedy bar inspired by “Monty Python.”
We headed off to Nevada Square to end the night.
Pictures to follow… something tells me this will be better if I posted pictures.