RACCOON!!

There were 2 bottles of Jack Daniel’s Whiskey which we have consumed this past few months. One was from a christmas grand eyeball of an online community which I was or rather used to be a member of, and another one from James’ brother Brod Pete, a gift from some client or collegue.

Anyways, all that I could remember was that this liquor is one of a kind. So far, it only gives me a good long lasting buzz and nothing else. Something like a plateu kind of effect. As the feeling creeps to a certain pleasurable peak, you stay there for quite a while. No wonder, biker dudes enjoy this drink. After a few shots of this you’d think that you must be drunk and expect to fall over or get tripped easily, when actually youre motor senses are intact enough that you won’t. As for us, we were in perfect balance after my friend James and I had consumed a whole liter together. Its not just like any other whiskey, this one made me wonder if I had so much to drink already. Anyways, it’s a good thing it never had a bad effect on us. Despite the fact that it’s reputation decieved itself. One thing for sure this was one giant I thought I wouldn’t get passed.

The liquor had a certain sweet scented woody kind of taste which faded to the tip of my toungue. The real good thing about this drink is that you really don’t have to kill its after taste since it seems like you’re sipping on some soda already. Just like Jim Beam and Southern Comfort, but an extra added alcoholic strength to it. It just has this faint sweet tase to it. Unlike some liquors I know, you’ve got to have something set aside like a glass of water perhaps or some finger food snacks, especially in situations when the liquors taste is intollerable enough to make you vomit right there and then.

The second bottle came from a christmas party grand eyeball of some online forum Cowpunk and I were members of. The owner of the online forum had the party held at a venue called (the brews brothers?) Earlier that night we had a dinner plate and beer in exchange for stubs which were given as we paid some entrance fee. The had a program running along with some raffles and party games and prizes. The organizer had some v.i.p. tables where close friends of his were seated. Since the guys were not so much of drinkers, the bottles just sat there gathering dust. Cowpunk and I had the managed to convey our sarcasm towards the organizer with regards to their untouched fine liquor. Finally, the organizer and owner offered the bottles to our table which was full of empty beer bottles and stuff. We are talking about like two bottles of tequilla and 4 bottles of whiskey man. Two of which were Jacks and the other two were Johnny Blacks. Anyway, the guys on our table were quite rattled when they saw them bottles placed on our table, since they had so much beer already. And so, Cowpunk and I slowly consumed one of the 2 Jacks during the event. The event had finished but the bar was still open so we decided to finish the 1st bottle and the other for me to take home. I realized upon arriving home from the event that Cowpunk and I were the only ones who consumed the whole liter for ourselves, and I was still in a cool mood and still had a perfect gait. It was a good thing we both arrived
home without a scratch.

If
I were to buy one, I may say it would be money well spent. It was later
that I discovered, we really didn’t need to consume every little drop
in one sitting since a few shots would be enough to last the whole
evening.

Anyways, as usual upon consuming the liter, we had
to wash it down with a couple of beers.

James and I, went bar
hunting, found a nearby KTV Bar which had a promo selling 3 beers for
P99 pesos, and sealed off the evening. It was a good thing we had some
cash lying around then.

Cowpunk and I on the other bottle, had
some free paid beer to cap off our night. Thanks to them techie geeks
who had so much to drink already handed us their unused beer stubs before they left for home.

To Jack Daniel and it’s brewers, RACCOON!!!   

James e-mail:  senser1012@yahoo.com
Cowpunk e-mail:  onehive@yahoo.com

Well suprisingly, due to my hectic schedule and absent mindedness, I unfortunately forgot to bring along with me my handy camera phone this time. The perenial valentine’s celbration "the UP PAIR" of our beloved college unit has come. As usual, although it has been years since the last time I went to such an occasion, I happened to pass by near the grounds so I decided to pay a visit.

Anyway, this was the time for friends old and new to gather around and show love and respect for their alumi and fellow schoolnmates, celebrating the festivity of love decorated with a long range of commercial and local school bands for entertainment. A time when the student council, organizations, brotherhood/sisterhood and eachs representatives gather around and organize a program, invite a line up of bands, set up stalls and fences, prepare some grub and concauctions and sell them for a small fee excluding entrance fee to generate some funds each groups expenditures and projects.

I usually spend my time with members of the outdoor recreation group or at least in their tambayan with Cowpunk, Gino, Tootchie and the gang, at the main library just behind the sunken garden where the party’s at.

The fair featured a line of bands namely Pupil, Francis M., 6 cycle mind etc….an Eraserhead’s flavor, a tribute of some sort, made the crowd even more excited. While everybody else (ticket payers) were having a great time watching the first leg earlier in the show, we were having a symposium on how we’d all get to get in the fair grounds wihtout having to pay the entrance fee.  To either pose as booth handlers, or friends of organizers, or in extreme cases jump the fence. We used to get passed the back stage way back when most of our friends, including we were band members or from "used to be" bands. We basically possessed the "rock star" image/attitude in us. Wearing long, shiny, black skin/hair, and the scent of beer and tobacco to go with it. Nowadays, organizers are a bit pragmatic about events such as these and are quite strict. Well as we know, these are trying times.

Going back to figuring out how to get in the grounds… a member of the group happened to have a friend who was a "sisterhood" of the guys manning the grounds. And so, we were codrially and gayly introduced, eventually were acquainted over a few swigs of gin and were discretely escorted into the grounds. Yahoo!! PARTY!!!

YOU FEE RACCOON!!!