Friday night out

Friday night well-spent with the college bfs!!!

Going to a nightclub was the original plan last Friday, like it was planned weeks ago. But because I am not allowed to go home late (because my parents know I’m just going out for dinner with some friends) we had to change plans and go somewhere else instead.

We thought about going to Star City but it rained, so wala na.
Next, skating at MoA but it was already 7:30 and they’re closing in an hour, sayang lang, so wala na.
Next, Central stage ktv bar at MoA as well, but we’re on the waiting list.. 6th! (Take note, I have to be home before 12.) we won’t and can’t wait for long so we really have to do something “fun” or go somewhere else (again!!) before I go home, so wala na din.

My friends really wanted to party that night, me either! So I gathered up the courage to finally ask my parents’ permission; “This is your beautiful daughter. Nay change of plans, magbar daw kami. Please allow me. I only do this twice a year. I’m a well-behaved woman naman and I have good grades (lol) I’ll take good care of myself, and I promise not to do anything that’ll make you angry or anything. Text back if papauwiin nyo na ko or papayagan nyo ko. Please? *insert pa-sweet emojis here*” I was patiently waiting for the response but half an hour has passed and I haven’t received any confirmation yet. I texted again, “Silence means yes..” then my phone rang. My mother’s calling!

OMG OMG OMG OMG I didn’t want to answer the phone cause I was a hundred percent sure she’ll just ask me to go home, but I was wrong! Tatay was the one talking, he said some things but he allowed me eventually! I was so happy! Once in a blue moon lang to!

Ayun na! Went to Eastwood.. for nothing. Supposed to go to Eden but (we’re not aware) it closed down already. It was already 12 midnight and we haven’t done any “partying” thing yet. I was disappointed, I mean.. I seldom go out, then flop pa. I thought maybe my friday nights are really meant to be spent at home.. in front of my laptop.

Ang fail ng gabi ko. I was so annoyed but I still managed to just laugh it off. I kept on telling myself; “Kaya pa yan. Hindi masasayang ang gabi mo.” so we thought of going somewhere else again for the freakin’ fifth time.

Next stop, 7th high.

It was almost one in the morning when we got in. Nagka problem pa cause some of us forgot to bring their IDs, including me. I left it in the car.. stupid self. They won’t let us in, lalo na si Janeeva! (you know her? The “chikiting”-like  chinita one!) bouncers asked her how old she is, what year was she born in and stuff. I told them “Believe me or not, sya ang pinaka matanda samin.”  That’s a fact, she really is the eldest sa barkada, sya din ang pinaka mukhang bata. Anyway we got in eventually.

I wasn’t feeling the party vibe at first because I was really in a bad mood.. I was just watching people “enjoy”. Especially the girls dancing on stage. I told myself “I will never ever ever ever do such a thing.” esp in public, nakakabastos lang sa pagkababae. They’re like strippers but not. (no offense!) anyway, I had ‘not-too-much-but-not-so-little’ alcohol in my system kaya naman I (finally) enjoyed the night. I wasn’t that “drunk”, but I was already speaking straight English which indicates I am not on the wagon anymore.

2AM, checked my phone and saw 8 missed calls from tatay. I am in serious trouble. Not answering his calls is actually the WORST thing you could do to him. I was sooo terrified, lagot ako. 😐 he even texted me “Pakasaya ka na. Last mo na yan pramis” that message made me even more terrified. I just replied I’ll leave in fifteen minutes.

Bothered na ako. People are getting out of control and I am there, standing, figuring out what to do. 15 minutes have passed yet I am still motionless. My friends were asking me to go home na but it was me who insisted to stay for a few minutes more. What was I thinking?! We left the place at around 3. I was trying to act normal when I entered the car cause I didn’t want my driver to know I am wrecked. (Why? Kasi nahihiya ako lol)

Got home at 4. Went to bed immediately after cleaning myself up. So disgusted when I found myself throwing up. Ugh throwing up is definitely one of the worst feelings ever. I’m just glad I was able to control the vomit while in the car.

Spent the whole Saturday in bed, damn hangover. But it was worth it! I had so much fun! Looking forward to our next night out.. in my dreams. “… Huli mo na yan pramis”

fine.

PS: I am not a “party girl” type of person. Not really thrilled with the thought of clubbing.. minsan lang (lol) Love spending Friday and Saturday nights in front of my laptop. Afraid of asking my parents’ permission. Shy around my driver. Not a drunkard. Hates throwing up. And definitely not a smoker.