What: New Year’s Celebration
Where: Eastwood City, Libis
Partner-in-Crime: Regina (aka Mikaela - her pseudonym in Starbucks’ premises) – a high school and college classmate (gosh, it’s been more than a decade of epicureanism, shocking vulgarities, and in-your-face bitching!) whose inebriation level, I declared, is the 8th wonder of the world. (On how unfazed she is going to work after 10 bottles of San Mig Light is worthy of a standing ovation!) Couple it with her infectious chortling that produces a sound with a decibel level enough to excruciate one’s ears, you’ve got a quintessential party animal personified (no pun intended!)! She, to me, with her sexual pride, is the reincarnate of Lulu and has since taken great strides in her pursuit to becoming the ultimate dominatrix.
Chronicle of Events
10:00 pm - A late dinner at KFC. According to Hoyle, a full stomach before boozing is indispensable to circumvent abdominal upsets. As we’re both famished, the conversation was insipid and the responses were terse.
10:30 pm - A quick quaff at Something Fishy. We ordered a concoction of rum and iced tea and adobo as our pulutan. The tête-à-tête ranged from a classmate’s loser boyfriend to the presidential elections. And after months of no puffing mantra, with the unmistakable December breeze very inviting, I finally gave in. A break from a vice-less existence is definitely bliss!
11:45 pm - We squeezed ourselves in amidst the madding crowd. We pushed, pushed, and shoved away anything and anyone that obstructed our way towards the coveted best vantage point.
12:00 mn – The countdown has ceased and the euphoria was at its heightened intensity. What the heck, it’s officially 2010! The whimsical and generous pyrotechnics display animated the sky. There’s something to be said of people being so naively cheery and pleasant and sunny in times like this. It felt surreal but I blended in easily, nevertheless.
12:10 am – The frolic carried on and shrieking was the singular action in Eastwood. We did our part in a bombastic fashion that the kid so full of teen angst behind us closed her eyes and covered her ears. What a pathetic wallflower! What was she expecting, a solemn church ritual? It didn’t stop there. At the end of the revelry, the mom asked Regina in a sarcastic way: “Are you okay with all that shouting?” We shrugged her off and executed the meanest look we could muster!
12:25 am - Freestyle played a medley of r&b songs that really made us dance. A group of shy Middle Eastern ladies grooved with us, left their inhibitions in their ultra-conservative country and let loose of themselves. It was self-indulgent, carefree, fun and a great barometer of what 2010 lies ahead for me: hedonistic!
1:25 am – Our energy level began to wane and an antidote was much-needed: Starbucks. The queue was rather insufferable. Regina, who had no sleep yet for the past 24 hours, must have contemplated: zero glamour or adrenaline rush? The choice was rather a no-brainer.
2:00 am – The party was a kick-ass, albeit short, and we weren’t prepared to say goodbye to the dance floor yet. We searched for any open bars but to no avail. It was already 2:30 in the wee hours of the morning and Regina, bound by corporate duty, has to promptly kiss Americans' asses by 4:00 am. Unless she’s not taking any drugs to keep her pumping up, then I want some of her adrenaline genes.
2:30 am - We parted ways. I took the bus. Getting off, UP was creepily romantic. The ashes and the fog combined gave an ethereal effect. It felt cinematic. I felt like in a Bergman movie. Very film noir! But just like every film, a tension must transpire: grasping my pocket, it felt flat. A familiar object seemed not to jut. Then it hit me: I lost my phone. I thought: Yeah, what a grand way to kick off the New Year!
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