Good ‘Ol Boys
It was at midweek when Ian SMS’ed me for a couple of SMB’s. It had been a while since our last bottle, it had been a decade if I could recall clearly. Anyways, he invited me over to some bar along Macapagal Ave. for a nightcap. He just came from some crash course photography lesson South of town and happened to pass by. Little did I know that a couple of old friends were dropping by too.
When I arrived, Ian had just arrived ordering a round of beer for us while Mack was elegantly seated at the table. The good old guys were back. Or should I say, I was back from the cave. It was good to see the guys. It had been a while since I shared a couple of beers with them. Everyone seemed to have grown “too busy” and everything. Anyways, the night was young and Mack had ordered another round of beer and this time with a couple of sizzling grub for us to nip on while we awaited Peter, a mini gathering of some sort.
And so the night passed as we updated ourselves of our endeavors. It had been almost half a decade since our last group event should I say. The guys had some light beer while they had me drinking our classic “Extra Strong Beer” while saying…”Anong lights? Red Horse ka!” with a smile. So much for being renowned for being an alcoholic back in college, it was and still is every now and then an elightening experience, I should say. This beverage was and will always be a blast…
As the night grew old, we had the time of our lives, reminiscing and sharing new experiences with some laughs. It seemed like forever until we had the place to ourselves until the “one for the road” cliche echoed its last beat. It was such a feat as I had barely recalled consuming about six bottles of strong beer that night. Nothing really beats a couple of pair of 2 bottles of strong beer.
To the Guys! RACOON!!!
