We met up with the girls (Char, therese, jo, joana), and went straight to Char's house. Walang tao. Kami lng. What else to do when no one's around? Get drunk of course.
Grabe ung inuman. Suffice to say, I drank so much that I had to puke. The embarassing part was that save for Char, all the other girls were ok. Kami lng ni jerome yung nasuka. Ayun tuloy, nilabas ko lahat ng kinain ko sa house ni Ipe. At least diet rin un....in a creepy bolemic way.
It felt great to be drinking with these guys again. I can't believe we've been friends for 7 years, and if that night was any indication, then we shall be drinking for many more years ahead.
There were probably enough pictures there to black mail me. The hell I care. All i know is that I had fun.
This was me seconds before I started puking. Good thing there were bushes all around Char's house. Didn't have to clean up much.
That night, and the whole weekend, wasn't just about booze and drinking and getting drunk and puking. More importantly, it was all about friends.
It wasn't about the food nor the fact that we were away from the buzz of Manila. It was about the all the conversations we had and the reminiscing we did.
It wasn't about the alcohol nor the desire to be drunk. It was about the comfort knowing that no matter how trashed out we were, someone's there to help us make it through the night.
It was a night that proved that neither time nor distance can take away what true friendship has established.
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