Yesterday, after another meeting that never was @ golden cane, my cuz and i decided to let our frustrations loose @ halfway. Kuya Kri was at his fashion best with his gucci sneaks, a preppy vest and folded pants. Haha. It was crazy. True to our saturday ritual, we first went to our favorite watering hole, Curved, before unleashing hell at Halfway. About 5 of my hs classmates were also there, some with their wives, and some, to terrorize the joint (more of this later). After hearing "la puta la gasolina" yet again, my cousin and i agreed it was going to be a looong night. And it was. We arrived there at about 12 and by 1, we were already putting our feet atop the tables (boredom, not intoxication). Kuya Kris' gym buddy, who was also the DJ, was the only one who played decent music. And just for the record, it was the first time i ever heard Michael Jackson's another one bites the dust getting play-time at a club. Fuckers. and also, for yet another record, they didn't run out of ashtrays for us this time, since the place is always packed. By the time firefly started playing, we were on our toes, and we never stopped from there even when there already was a huge fight, thrown by the former buskos. I think i burned the rubber on my sneaks. Well. All in all it was really a crazy night on the town.
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