Jeff And Kamlon Knew What Happened In Vegas

I’m fast becoming a certified alcoholic. I’ve been drinking for 4 straight days. First with my 4am-1pm crew. We went to Katipunan and just across Ateneo de Manila University is a lowly but very famous bar named Drew’s. The veranda of the place reminded me of my grandmother’s sala back in the day; covered with chicken wire.

Drew’s reminded me of my college days. After-lunch binging. MJ, Pexon, Jul and I drank “Wengweng” (orange juice gin and a host of kitchen indemic microorganisnms). We stayed there until 7pm. Yes, we talked about our frustrations. Pexon then asked me if I was ditching her sister’s bridal shower. Sweet Jesus!

I was asked by Julie Anne’s(Pexon’s sister) friends to get male strippers for the party. So just a few blocks from the office, I know there’s Dreamboys. Outside the bar, I saw a yummy guy, I approached him and asked if he can dance for my friend’s party. (He works in Dreamboy’s coz he looked like someone who wags his dog). He said yes and the haggling began. He said he’s 2,000 pesos. I asked him to look for another dancer. He said that’ll cost me 4 grand. I said 3,000. DEAL!

10 PM. I escorted them in the room that we rented. There were about 10 giggling gays and girls in there including our bride friend. First set was just a tease. They were wearing basketball jersey shirts matched with denim short shorts and cowboy boots. I dont get the point! They acme out a second time with just briefs. With bulging hardons. WHY AM I DISHING OUT THESE DETAILS. Anyways one of the girls felt one of the dancer’s dick so near to her face that she looked like mistaking it for a roll on exfoliator. Another girl was calling for the POLICE, she was shouting RAPE. For real! As for me. What happened in Vegas stays in Vegas.

I went home around 3am. Woke up at 12 noon. Ate some and felt like drinking smore. I called Mikey and asked him if we have anything left in the cabinet. He said we can buy. Also, I have to help Sam with her Riyo Mori-ish inspired ensemble for her company’s Oscar Night. Again, don’t ask.

So after getting Sam a cab. Me and Mike went to get some tequilla, cigs and limes. It was focused buying because we running out of moolah. So we headed straight. Penny said that she want’s to drop by and would really appreciate it if we allow her so much that he’ll ask her boyfriend TJ to bring some carbonara in a giant wok. The carbonara-in-a-wok part is true. We were havin a blast so much the four of us that we felt obliged to share the party with two more of our friends — Nino and Jeff. Margarita and Mariah made me sleepy. Until I found myself in Jeff’s arms crying like a cow. Mike and Nino was down. Pheng and TJ had left. Jeff was surprisingly open that night. I learned a thing or two about him. I feel for you bruva.

TIP: Do not believe it when your friend tells you that Margarita’s should be downed bottoms up. And don’t cry with your mascara on. It almost alway’s look horrible.

P.S. I’m an alcoholic is an overkill. I just feel like drinking hard nowadays. Not because of heartaches or workstress. Well, Jeff you know better so shut your gob.

Ciao!