A Dead-Drunk Weekend

I’ve already made it clear to my high school classmates that I will not be home Saturday night, but they still arrived. Imagine the panic of my brother who had to find ways to entertain them while he frantically tried locating me! It’s a good thing the visitors brought food with them, but just the same, there really is nothing funny with an unannounced visit. Or in this case, an announced but already declined visit.

I really had no choice but to cancel my other commitments for the night. I didn’t want to look “pa-importante”. And besides, who would argue against friends who visit you to celebrate your birthday?

Nope, my birthday is still in the forthcoming weeks. But traditionally, its observance is not limited to the day itself. I’m not even sure now if it’s really the day that we were celebrating – maybe we were just looking for an excuse to drink beyond our regular capacities.

Now I’m bracing for more belly-filling days ahead. Just over the weekend, I had to go through three separate drinking sessions. First with the classmates from 7 pm Saturday to Sunday 2 a.m., then from out of the blue, another group of friends knock in at 2:20 am!!! That lasted until 5:00 am. I slept until 11:00 a.m. As soon as I woke up, I asked a friend to fetch me so we could have lunch outside. But the restaurant we were targeting was full. So we decided to just raid another friend’s kitchen for lunch.

Lo and behold, we were greeted by another roundtable of beer-guzzling drunkards! Arrrgh!