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It's still 5 days before payday comes and I was a little bit short on the dough but I still went out last night to this pathetic excuse of a comedy bar downtown with my newest girl friend Vien and newfound bud Milla Jane, who is as queer as I, only that she is more of the masculine side. Lesbians are great these days, aren't they? I knew it was gonna be the usual bore with the stand-up comic in his best fag-hag dress wearing a huge blonde wig and three inches of make up on his nondescript face. He delivers his jokes in strained Tagalog and it was all I can do to keep myself from throwing an empty Red Horse bottle at him.
The videoke kings and queens kept passing the mic to each other singing their little lungs out and weren't even fazed by the mocking looks of the audience. I was totally incensed. So I tried to keep my cool by holding on to my cigs, clumsily lighted one to the butt, cursed under my breath, looked around if anyone saw my blatant folly, and lit another. My vision was clouded by my own careless puffs of smoke. Taking glances at Vivs, the full-breasted, hot-blooded woman and my newfound friend Mila Jane, I realized that they weren't really having a ball watching the semi-circus performance in front. I motioned MJ to lean over and screamed that we were just gonna finish the drinks then we were heading to HALO, that little bar at the back of the mall across that abandoned and fiascoed hotel building downtown. Its where most prepubescent socialites, delinquents and social climbers frequent to enjoy the euphoria of the latest RnB music and drown in pitchers of bubblegum-flavored frozen maragarita. Sexual innuendos are rife in this place. This is the place where its raining yummy ones and the plain-looking, if not the grotesque, just simply come flooding in.
Finally, the RnB band played and then we danced a bit. I was already a bit tipsy when I finished my last bottle of beer, I bid goodbye to Juicy Lou, who invited us, and her boyfriend, who plays the guitar in the band, and asked my companions Vien and Mila Jane to hurry. My celfone clock struck 1:20am something. Drats! It was a bit late already. No nights are young on Sundays. When the taxi turned to get in the entrance, the security guard hailed us and told us the bar was already closed. Rats!!! We headed back to the comedy bar, surprised Juicy Lou and ordered for another bottle of beer. The cuties were scarce in the bar. We finally called it a night, bade goodbye to each other and went home. It wasn't a total drag. We had a bit of fun, too. But we could've done much better. Darn! Ok, next time. Watch out!
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