i broke my word. i was at bed last night. for good reason, i assure you.
except for the hot go-go boys and a really crazy drag show, this o-bar in ortigas sucks. the place is quite small and the crowd is barely forgivable. after consuming the free beers, my companion and i decided to go all the way to malate and immerse ourselves into the bigger scene.
and so after a few minutes, we found ourselves inside the full-packed club we all know as bed; bumped into fellow bloggers who were dancing on top of the ledge with hands swaying up in the air in all directions. my feet were on full recharge as i myself was swinging like there's no tomorrow. fun times.
after the companion left, i found myself gyrating with a dance partner who was trying to mimic my every move. moments later, we were engaged in some steamy tongue-fighting right there in the middle of the ledge. keber lang...
names were exchanged and so were numbers. i would have brought him home but the kid is only 21.
oh well, there's always next time.
now, back to work, john stan...