and dance like nobody's watching.

on the eve of the 26th, a birthday surprise was planned to happen in our little condo to the south. plans were made (some against my complete will), some plans were shattered (a play of timing and weird circumstance), but most plans pulled through. i did my little stint as planned, not as bad as i thought it'd be, but some people did try to make it all the more awkward. and yeah, happy birthday pat!

after the little put-together party came the *major* event of the night: clubbing, second round. the last time some of my friends went out, i declined the offer, owing to a tech rep (which we didn't do that night anyways) and extreme lack of sleep. this time around, the second condition almost stopped me from going again. i had to catch an hour or so of sleep before we actually went out. but am i glad i did go.

we never went out in this big a group before, with about 15 of us together in clubber's guide. but thankfully, not too many random jerks attempted to rub bodies with some of our female friends, so rounding them up and fencing away others wasn't much of an issue this time. instead, it was all about what we went there for: dancing. dancing down the tiredness, dancing away the stress and toxicity, dancing our ways to pure fun and ecstasy. with so many of us, there was never a dull moment, or still, for that matter. though a few casualties hit us early on, like kc getting "dizzy" after a bottle of vodka and migz sleeping through the music and noise, it was still a blast.

but wait, what's the most surprising bit of it all? aside from a brief respite when the booty-shaking contest took place, i was shaking and waving and grinding my body the entire experience. no matter the song, regardless of the size of the crowd on the dance floor, be there many or just three of us together, i was grooving to the music like there was no tomorrow. i supposed it showed that i took street dance pe to heart, and i guess i t came in handy. it also surprised me a bit, considering that little over two hours before, i was the least expectant going along with the plan at all. it was like dancing all my fatigue and worries away, taking advantage of every spent peso (it's been miser mode for a week now) by burning time on the dance floor. besides, the highlight of the night was being with my friends, most of which i've never gone to a bar with before, and being there the whole time ensured that i would experience every satisfying moment with them. and besides, i never ran out of a dance partner out there.

sometime during the night, someone actually mentioned "si ibn ba ang hottie of the night ngayon?!" well, i won't stand here pretending i didn't feel flattered at all, since just remembering that brought a smile to my face right now. and that was all i could do, grin, and think that maybe the next time, a compliment like that might just come along my way again.