Boracay’s Juice Bar
Boracay was another excuse to get drunk (and hopefully, get laid). And that old Juice Bar was THE best place. It felt like a community bar, small yet brimming with people on weekends. The bartenders were fun and engaging. Two memories stand out.
During that swinging single phase of my life, I was in Boracay part work, part leisure. Friday night, I was at Juice Bar, chatting with different people at the bar. I was so drunk I had to lie down on the beach not far from Juice bar.
I was dozing off when this guy, one of those I had pleasant chats with, came to my ‘rescue’. He woke me up and told me he was going to accompany me back to my room. He said he couldn’t leave me there when he saw me, as he saw my cellphone and wallet just lying beside me.
He helped me to my room. And at that point, I was sort of expecting something to happen. But he didn’t make any moves. We ended up talking a bit and realizing that he was the person I was going to meet up with the following day for work. Thank Heavens nothing happened. It would have been so awkward.
And maybe, I just wasn’t his type. He was just a good Samaritan. Hehe
The other memory involved c3, at the time we were still dating. That night was sooo much fun as we were drinking, no holds barred. I was so drunk I kept on tripping and falling going back to the room. And that was a looonng walk. c3 claimed I was taking off my clothes, too. I honestly could not remember. C3 never fails to remind me of how drunk I have gotten.
Ang hirap talaga pag sinasaniban ng espiritu ng alak.
No comments:
Post a Comment