Tuhog night

First i had to do some citizen duties of fuckin tryin to fix the local revenue stuff. iam so appalled at all these things i have to go through the government that i had to ask somebody to do it for me. i do not care about all the friekin accounting jargons because i don't friekin see where my taxes go. i go home and there are still potholes on the road home and the only evidence of sulit bayad is miriam santiago. she's crazy but i guess keri naman ang binabawas sakin dahil sa kanya.

now i had to run in someplace in qc to meet my once thin friend and some friends from college theatre. ate and drank safe stuff because the danger stuff was reserved for another rendezvous... again somewhere in QC.

The safer kind of rendezvous. Coffee and sweet stuff. Baklaan lang.

so off i trooped to another social night, this time with fellow writers. we have this tradition of getting together because of a shows' success where the videoke is our bestie on a monday night (thanks to our lovely head for the night). we can afford to party like a saturday on a monday because of a different working pattern. and so we blasted the mic dry. i sang my anita baker staples, some dianne warren because im old fashioned like that. the most current i sung was janet jackson's. worst song for the night was LUHA. hate it. it gives me the feel of drinking in a dirty old john... and the voice did not help.. sabi ko nga parang keps na naipit sa pinto at kumaskas pa.

Colorless margarita. Sober guy and some good ole singing.

All out after that harsh margarita and some Donna Cruz on the side

The night was capped with a wishy washy thought of prolonging the night to a gay bar. not too interested in it because... the night wasn't up for it. not too dared to go there and stare at men gyrating over celine dion songs... please not a barbra song. and men's balls are ugly..from what i saw then, they looked like they were excavated from the ground. like a root crop with bits of soil... not a joy to behold especially in dim lights.

so just went home, drove by the old reliable Mr. Kebab. had some korma and small talk and then off. zzzzz