Devirginized by Calle Sirocco

I definitely caught your attention with that flashing title eh?

So then, yesterday was my first real bar experience. We had a blast with this Bio sem-ender party: TOXIC: IN VIVO. And after last night, I am not a virgin anymore - (not that thing circling 'round your head but...) from real college parties.

People get wasted, try to be wasted, pretend to be wasted, and some are to begin with, ALREADY WASTED.

Being the mindful type, seeing my friends before going to the party, I see myself as a little OVERDRESSED which is definitely not what I want to leave as an impression. Apparently, when we arrived at the venue (and mind you, we are FASHIONABLY LATE as Ings will quote), screw the outfit, nobody cares what crap you wear! We are all here to get tanked up!

And so it began, the awkward first 30 minutes of the party. And all I can say is that I'M FREAKIN' HUNGREEEEH! I should've grabbed something before going there but I must have drowned from too much excitement. Anyway, I love the neon bracelets. PURPLEEEE!

The pro drinkers, yes, they are already lined up in the war zone. And here we are, either flashing the red sign with our right hand or the no-no with the conventional head shake. But I have been thinking (disregarding my sorta promise to my dad that I will not drink), I shall have a shot of something strong. I must not let the P450.00 go to waste without the experience.

After finding seats, we then went to the photo booth (calling the attention of Miss Stephanie Nathy Catindig and Miss? Cyndi Biendima) and yes we definitely crashed that poor thing. Going once... going twice... eee... Error. But after minutes of relentless poses, we finally got our pics.

So what now... What else do you do in a bar (just go with the flow dear, yes, still a virgin) - you curse your friggin shoes and wish that you have chosen comfort over vanity! I love the dance floor but my feet says an explicit NO! and here I am, bonding with a glass of melting ice, the slightly rocking chair, and the lonesome table. Anyway, I got my chance to rap ♫ my, my, my, my you're a Pelican fly ♫ and dance a while ago and yes, ♫ it feeeeels so gooood! ♫ 

So I'll just probably rest... and still I am hungry. Luckily, we are situated near the kitchen so dear food - you are so ours! :D But the pastas were not served, much too my dismay. Anyway, after tiring ourselves from the dancefloor, we are now in the green zone. Fortunately, I have my good girl (if you will insist) buddy, Ings, who is not a drinker as well and yes, we will have a shot, so Roms hit it! I don't actually know what she gave us but it was actually strong but I can handle it. In the end, I had two shots, and we are already a little tipsy. What do you say about high tol? Sadly, my dear friend is the Cinderella-ish type so she left at 12:00 am and I was left to stay with my other good girl buddy, hi Steph :)

Since my shoes have surrendered from the battle, I have no option but to stay seated. But it's foine actually, my party mood had just landslided and I was stuck to take care of the two monkeys. :))

Nevertheless, I must commend the tunggera of the night, Miss Biendima, HAIL BEER QUEEN!

And so, I have been the babysitter of two wasted folks. It was definitely tiring yet hilarious to listen to their rants and speeches and I must thank you for actually spilling drinks on my dress. You just got the jackpot, my dear (anyway, I accept your apologies so no worries).

Fortunately, all of them have recovered even a partial of their normal selves when we got home but they are still SABOG! Sabog talaga kung sabog! 

But I was pleased to actually witness, different kinds of people under the influence of the ever mighty alcohol. Some are

In denial - "Hindi pa ako lashing!"
Persuasive - "Patingin lang nyan. Dali na! (puppy dog eyes)"
Machine Gun - "Hindi ko talaga matanggap na binigay nila saken to. Ngayon matatanggap ko pa na sabog ako. Pero kanina, di pa talaga ako sabog e. Pero ngayon medyo sabog na nga ako."
Bold - "________, I love you!"
Physical - (they grab you in the head and shake it till you drop. O God, that is freakin annoying and hilarious at the same time, I swear!)
Sentimental - "Bro, wag mong papakawalan yung girlfriend mo ha?"
Groover - (I guess, it was self explanatory, but take note that it is the "drunken type of groove"
Mimes - (they will just flash their hands in front of you, closer, closer and leaving you in an awkward situation with the question of what to do)

and I guess, my list is definitely not complete but these are all fun to watch. It leaves me the question of what would I be when it's my turn to get wasted.

We'll get into that someday. But I guess, the normal me, is so much worse than being wasted so what's the thrill?

Talking on the way home of the insanities said and done, we all can't help but laugh at ourselves. The course have devoured us and this is our terrible yet satisfying escape from it -  a total detox. No one could blame us. "Sorry's" and "Thank You's" are of course indispensable but we'll get used to that later on. As I say, this was the first time.

At the end of the night, good girl buddy, have we already gone bad? Well, I guess, we're not even on the verge of it. But let's just keep it as that for now.

Party girl? Naah. Well, actually, depends on your definition of "party". But did I have fun? More than you'll ever think of. Next year, I shall save the date for another night of breaking out.

Two shots made me tipsy, one night just devirginized me. Still 17, but who cares? My first real bar experience.
Waking up from that night and seeing my reflection at the mirror. I can't help myself from laughing at myself - ALLERGIES! hello, dear friend, I am so weak!

Well I guess, no more drinks for me. ever. again.