hindi mo puwedeng ikahaon ang pagod at puyat ko

the present miss red box attendant whisked us way to our reserved room. no miss red box attendant was not faye. although i'd wager that faye could do her job a lot better and would be willing to replace her, that is, if an incentive of a free videoke session every week, or should it be everyday(?), be packaged with her basic salary, plus other benefits.

as one would expect, nobody wanted to be the first to sing. but not surprisingly faye already had a mic on her hand and the remote was on mine. hehe. so i picked a couple of songs that they might like. i can't quite remember when the singing started and what song we sang to. or was it because of the first round of beer was slowly and gently dissipating their inhibitions?

as i was on the floor near the tv thumbing the remote looking for songs that were requested by the would be "songers", a short stabbing pain jolted me at my lower back. i almost forgot the constant excruciating ache at my pelvic area that i was continualy receiving, sometimes numbing my left leg. what a nice way to remind me.

meanwhile the rest of the gang arrived. cherry, kathryn, ivan and three of dj's foreigner friends. there was a total of sixteen people on the room. imagine the ruckus that we were making. they were on their second round of drinks as i was eating every pretzel piece i could get my fingers on. a lot more of drinking (them), eating (me) and singing (us) ensued. then we were told that we could now move to another room, a much larger room in which we were not packed as closely together and with better facilities, a larger tv, a chordless mic and a pool table, while we were singing our hearts out on kalapana's the hurt.

so we transfered to room 11 whence we continued where we left off, singing. i found joy's reaction to some of the chosen bakya songs mildly amusing.

joy : corny. what a corny song. corny song.

she commented that way on a couple of songs but then you'd hear her singing in the background to the very song which she just lambasted. seems like joy is fond of "corny" songs. the singing was great, especially when andrew finally had the chance to sing his requested tune, bohemian rhapsody. of course we sang along with andrew. the song was simply contagious.
indeed, we were stars in our own right that night.

but the night's real star came and conquered and left them yearning for more. ha! mister cuervo, you're such a suave.

lick. shoot. suck. they licked. they shot. they sucked. lickshootsuck. lickshootsuck.

after seeing the condition they were in, rowdier than before with matching flushed faces and gleeful expressions, i thought that they had just the right amount of alcohol in them. tipong sakto na yung tama. but i was a fool to think that they had enough. thus an encore was requested once more from jose.

they then staggerred, swayed and wobbled. their speech was slow, slurred and repetitive. pretty much normal behaviour exhibited by drunks. or the mentally incapable.

there were many and different ways they coped with the effects of liquior on their bodies and their heads. a friend almost instantly fell asleep on the couch and as his girlfriend was waking him up all he could utter was, "tagaytay! tagaytay!". (would you believe that we were supposed to go to tagaytay after our videoke session? syempre 'di na kami natuloy.) another vomitted and passed out. we had to carry her seemingly light but quite heavy body from red box to makati ave. the employees of red box were polite enough to bid us goodbye (and good ridance?) as we were exiting red box. it was already four o'clock in the morning then. all the while my other drunk friend was yammering non-stop.

xxxx : i... i... i... have to go home. and... and... and go to work tomorrow. and... and i think we should go home because i... i... have to work tomorrow.

funny thing is that when we arrived at their apartment and as she was on her bed she still said the same things over and over again. (hoy nandito ka na sa bahay mo. at bukas na ngayon. hehe.)

after downing more than they could handle, i know for a fact (based on experience), that they wouldn't remember half of the things they did or the things that were done to them, with or without their consent. i don't know what is more painful, the splitting headache they would have after they wake up or the embarassment they felt when we made kwento sa kanila kung anong nangyari..

(i had the guilty pleasure of recording a snippet of what happened on a friends camera phone along with some incriminating pictures, labelled the "red box scandal" hehe. [although, i have to say that the "pisay scandal" parts one and two is still better.] i just don't know if the video and pics are still available from the saif phone.)

i think i should end my weekend story here. the end.

(but technically i should still continue because my weekend didn't stopped there. later that day i went to glorietta to watch dodgeball with another set of friends, feeling a little bit tired from the hoopla that happened and sleepy because i only got to sleep for a total of five hours... blahblahblah.... yadayadayada...)

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i wonder what the weekend holds for me...