coup’ de tekilla

What Curfew?  Friday night, we (Prinz, Ron and Me) went to BARRACKS, Tomas Moratho (or as Ron would like to pronounce it—THOMAS MORAHTHO). It was our first time to visit QUEZON CITY's night spots. We're Quezon City virgins. It was CLARISSA's (insert Bronx accent) birthday celebration. Funny thing is we haven't had the chance to ask when's her birthday (insert new yorker accent). Nevertheless, the night started with dinner. We went to SICILLIAN to grab a bite. We were supposed to meet the AVATARS  at BARRACKS, around 9:30-ish. Like the early birds that we are, by 10pm we were already in THOMAS MORAHTHO,waiting for our AVATARS. They came in "fashionably" late. Nevertheless, they are our AVATARS so it's worth the wait. So there, we entered BARRACKS holding each others hands–not knowing what's inside. Ok, first off, I think we're a little overdressed. But that's ok. Crowd-wise it was ranging from A-C. Booze started to pour in once we sat in our chairs.  Ate H ( or rather )— Madame Ambrose slash Helen the Loud ( Ronnie's Avatar) has once again reminded us that we're here to party so " C'man, Batams Up!". First the Margaritas then these TEKILLA shots in TEST TUBEs. Ay, Carramba! 

After  countless maragaritas and TEKILLAs, we went to ABSINTHE. Makati was dead. Most of the bars and restaurants were closed. We entered G3,  Ate A screamed "Party poopers!" and it echoed. You can almost hear the pin drop. So anyway, we continued with the party. We had the RUM Coke [or whatever] and danced the night away.

Come 2:30 a.m., we decided to adjourn, because later is another day. And Trillanes is too wasted for another a TEKILLA shot.

We'd like to thank Clarissa (bronx accent) for the free flowing booze, Aids for the grind and our Avatars for the laughs and the 80's dance moves.

Twas another blissful day. Hangover is just an inch away from kicking us BACK TO BARRACKS.