a nice dinner, a few drinks
Yesterday, amidst the slight fever and stress, I braved the traffic of Manila from the Senate office (with my co-worker) just to join the send-off dinner for my officemate. Lo and behold, after the sumptuous dinner at Don Henrico's I was surprised that I'm being led to Gilligan's Island. This only means a night of merrymaking with drinks, getting drunk and the experience of being wasted.
Mind you, the last time I felt like this was in Boracay, during the month of February.
Ok, going back to the story, at 1am, after calling it quits at Gilligan's, I had this urge to drop by at Starbucks to feel better by drinking coffee. So, feeling groggy with the same group of people, as if walking on the moon, I made it to Stabucks, beside the infamous Venezia bar.
Then I realized, I gave up coffee for some unknown reasons.
And tea in Starbucks is way higher than their coffee of the day. Life is unfair right?
Enter the world of english tea at P70 bucks. Short size.
A co-worker, who's a self-confessed chainsmoker called my name and instructed to drink my tea outside. No choice, but I was there, nixed the idea of smoking, got my own corner and decided to write something about being wasted.
What I wrote last night can be read in the following pages on my blog.
By 2am, we were confined on the car, still singing our heart's out to the tune of 'Betcha By Golly Wow' on our way to the streets of EDSA extension.
At 2.30 am, finally I realized I was home. Yup, still far from being sober.
Mind you, the last time I felt like this was in Boracay, during the month of February.
Ok, going back to the story, at 1am, after calling it quits at Gilligan's, I had this urge to drop by at Starbucks to feel better by drinking coffee. So, feeling groggy with the same group of people, as if walking on the moon, I made it to Stabucks, beside the infamous Venezia bar.
Then I realized, I gave up coffee for some unknown reasons.
And tea in Starbucks is way higher than their coffee of the day. Life is unfair right?
Enter the world of english tea at P70 bucks. Short size.
A co-worker, who's a self-confessed chainsmoker called my name and instructed to drink my tea outside. No choice, but I was there, nixed the idea of smoking, got my own corner and decided to write something about being wasted.
What I wrote last night can be read in the following pages on my blog.
By 2am, we were confined on the car, still singing our heart's out to the tune of 'Betcha By Golly Wow' on our way to the streets of EDSA extension.
At 2.30 am, finally I realized I was home. Yup, still far from being sober.
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