RACCOON!!

This is one costume I really wanted to have  ever since I was a kid.  I happened to borrow one from a friend of mine who just happened to drop by. Here is a sample of poses I did when I had the chance to try it on for size. It look as if I’ll be needing some more exercise to do… ang hirap huminga sa costume na ito!
This was one of my visioned stage costumes way back in college.

I should wear this on stage someday, and I guess it wouldn’t be much of a bother? Though ever since I was a teener, I had this obsession for black colored
clothes. It kind of put a touch of elegance into the outfit, whatever it may be. I even
dreamt of wearing a Bat Man costume on stage once, it would’ve been equally cool.
Although, it wouldn’t go along with the bands name. If you happen to
see one, kindly grab me one. I’d be glad to pay you in kind (of course).

Speaking of bands, our college band was named Super Stud which actually stood for Super "Student". We used to play Pinoy Rock Music inspired mostly from the Juan de la Cruz band. One of our favorite songs, "Teachers Enemy No.1" composed by non other than Mr. Rock & Roll sa Ulan himself Joey Pepe Smith, was a hit amongst our notorious peers those days. Well so much for fooling around…

By the way, you should check out the rest of the gang, they’re a bunch of Super Friends!!!…and to all…RACCOON!!!

Hehehe, a new discovery. The last time I had a flask of this was when I accidentally tipped over half a dozen teepees and kiosks in some college fair. I realy never thought this might have been the culprit behind my 5 hour smootch marathon that evening. It was a good thing I came home safe and sound. Thanks to Cowpunk and company. Anyway…

I rarely see the likes of this liquor in the racks any 24/7 stores around our area, and I wondered why. Lateley, it seems to be among the lineups of liquors commonly seen in these stores. I grabbed one to remind me what kind of kick I’d really expect from it. It says in the label "90 proof", which means it has well around 45% of alcohol and was 15% more kick than the usual Gin I’ve tasted. The bottle closeley resembled those of Gilbey’s Dry, though I never really had the taste for Gilbey’s. Lateley the weather has been erratically humid and the week has been dry. It was just one of those lazy days when you’d wonder and say to youself, "what next?" as if there were nothing else to do. And so I decided to purchase one of these babies.

Early that afternoon, James and I decided to try out the liquor and happened consume what we thought was just right, and that was just half of the story and of the bottle. Having consumed only half the liter, I shelved it for a rainy day. And in less than 2 days it poured literally and figuratively. Nowhere to go, nothing to do and with some cash to burn. Oh  well, I happened to bump into our executive maintenance officer cum guard around the  apartment grounds whilst wandering around waiting for something to happen that evening. I was like a trapped mouse, it was a Friday night and everyone was like out partying (as I thought). And so, since "Manong" was available for a shot and chat, I decided to pitch in the half  empty bottle. As usual, that evening was capped with spirit and laughter.

For the rainy days!!! RACCOON!!!

I was hanging out in some local KTV bar when James called me over for a drink at some bar in Fort Bonifacio in Guadalupe. Luckily I had a bottle of GSM whisky along with me which Peter gave in exchange for some favors. A few swigs of it was enough for me to last the whole night. One wouldn’t notice it’s scent after taking a shot, it’s tase was quite mild, though it had a kick to it, somewhat similar to the Jacks I had late last and early this  year.

Anyway, as usual, I swigged shots at the parking lot where I had the whiskey stashed inside the car, at the same time washed each shot with some beer the place had. I was on my third botlle of beer and already had like eight shots of whiskey when James SMS’ed me about his plans of abusing my liver and kidneys in exchange for the escort service he had running late that evening.

A friend of ours, Precious asked us out. I guess she was kind of sick and tired of the same old beautiful faces and her glamorous friends. She was a cool girl though. I was suprised that she’d even remember someone like me, knowing her crowd and everything. Anyways, she had a broken hearted lady friend (I didn’t quite catch her name) who needed some air.
As I waited, I finished off my last beer promo bottle and last swig of whisky and drove off. We met at a nearby gasoline station, left my car and hitched a ride with James and company.

I rarely cross the boundary between Metro Manila and Makati City, well this was the first time this year.

Luckily I had worn a decent set of clothes, enough to get me in those much talked about classy bars we had just entered.

We had our earwax atomized as we listened to some DJ mixes in some Indian motif bar. Groups of ex-pat kids of different races, Fil-Am boys & gals, Hip-hop wannabes, yuppies, rich kids and a few prime time pop celebs hipped and hopped around the venue as we hung around and sipped on a couple of free paid local light beer. After downing a few bottles we bounced and headed for the next bar.

It was fun watching the rigor mortis at the next bar. It was there where Precious cordially introduced us to some people such as, not to mention, the local sex godesses Gwen. Who by the way danced sexily that night. What a sight! We also had a few beers here and there as Precious danced around with her beautiful lady friends. We really enjoyed watching them grind.

I was like so unused to the type of crowd that was amidst us that I really had to go to the comfort room every now and then to aid my semi-claustro-agoraphobic attacks. Well as you know I’m not really into disco, trance music lounges. Anyway, the drinks and chicks rocked!

To Precious and James for their undying suprise parties and special thanks to Peter for the  liquor which fueled the party…RACCOON!!!

James e-mail: senser1012@yahoo.com
Peter e-mail:  firedragon718@yahoo.com

It was the sixth day of the sixth month of year  2006. We definitely had to drink that day some way or another. James had SMS’ed that he would be coming over to share a couple of shots with Wowie and I. That afternoon I had prepared a 750mL GSM Premium in case we had nothing else to drink that humid afternoon.

The night before as I was reading some online forum. I had read about a online KTV website. Out of curiosity, I signed up for a new account and tinkered around with the sites features. The accompanying music sounded better than those MIDI-type (elevator music) sound. Some of them even had real instruments used on them and the songlist was up to date. The nice part about it is that you can have your own recording and you can share it for others to listen and later comment on your performance. I thought it would be  a good addition to our drinking session since James was sort of into videoke stuff and to save us from the routinelike drinking sessions.

True enough, earlier that afternoon, James enjoyed singing along some of his favorite tunes never been heared on the current song lists in other local KTV machines, an hour before his cousin arrived.

Wowie arrived early afternoon about 3 p.m., so we had the whole afternoon and evening to hang around. We started on the premium gin since it was the first time that Wowie would taste the new liquor. We had some citrus soda to go along with it, though the gin already had a tinge of lime flavoring already mixed along with it. There were 3 of us so it took no time consuming the 750mL bottle so we opted to purchase another bottle. James decided to get a GSM blue gin instead, to catch up on our premium buzz.

Unlike its sister liquor, the blue gin tasted a bit more like denatured alcohol or at least smelled like it. The taste behaved like those vodkas which scent and taste faded as soon as you swigged a shot.  Suprisingly, it tasted a bit stronger than the premium gin which was 70 proof, despite being a 65 proof liquor, probably the Juniper berries added flavor to the premium blend.

Again, since there were 3 of us, like thirsty elephants we consumed the bottle in a blink of an eye. Our conversations lasted a while though. We were like plannig some stuff, just like we used to do in some local bar near the university area. Thinking about anything and discussing everything without doing something except chatting sweet nothings.

Since I was like drinking on an empty belly, before I new it, I was like sleeping on our conversation, dead as an opossum. I could barely remember anything about what we had laughed about then, and most likely it was all about me. Upon realizing my condition, I excused myself and decided to sleep it off on the sala sofa.

Waking about 2 hours later, Wowie decided to retire for the day and so did James. I was too drunk to escort them to the parking lot although I managed to bid them farewell. I could hardly remember the last time I got that drunk. It was an awakening experience, for me at least. I kind of missed being that care-free and careless for such a long time now. Heheheh.

To my college drinking buddies Wowie and James…RACCOON!!!

Wowie e-mail:  peter_carretas@yahoo.com