Anything can be said without fear of karmic retribution, that's what I love about getting together with friends. Especially when we're under the influence of the holy distilled spirit, the things that parade out from our little heads can span countries and countries of utter silliness and insane inanities.
UP Diliman, that's where we usually hang out. It was never our alma mater, but the three of us have made our own tiny planet out of it. Sarah's especially -- or what we affectionately call Susan's, just because. Afternoons would be our domain, just a little bit after lunch. We will have the place to ourselves, and, barely starting with the first round of beers, we let loose the absurdity. This will stretch on until around 7:00pm, where we will either have dinner at an out-of-the-way place in Krus Na Ligas -- usually Sefali -- or we will head home.
By this time, the buzz in our heads will be a lovely tinge of pink, and we will be invincible. We will, however, be too tired to function any further, so the power is wasted on us. Not that we would care.
Company is always welcome, and new minds are encouraged to dive into the mad, mad cacophony. If you find yourself feeling restless one afternoon, craving for time outside the karmic highway, click your heels three times and say the magic words.
