Yesterday was kind of a chill day until Cousins Night took place in the evening. There was a major downpour and we were worried that not a lot of the cousins would be able to make it to the restaurant for the get-together. Thankfully, about 30 of us converged on Pier 1 at the Fort. The live band– five HOT sisters who all sing and play instruments– was killin’ it, providing for a hopping backdrop. I saw cousins I hadn’t seen in over twenty years, and met a few second and third cousins for the first time. It was both amusing and saddening to hear them say that they knew me only from Facebook.
(Well, at least they knew me somehow.)
Sadly, I started hitting the San Mig Light way too early that I petered out fairly quickly. At around midnight, I just up and left without saying goodbye to the dozen or so remnants from the big group that started out four hours earlier. Whenever I’m three sheeting it, I don’t become an Angry Drunk or an Unruly Drunk– I simply disappear. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a big deal. If I was back home in Portland. But I’m in the Philippines, and I actually had to take a cab to return to a place I wasn’t all too familiar with. Luckily, I made it home in one piece.
Today, it’s a pool party in Laguna with even more relatives whom I haven’t seen in a very long time. It should be a hell of a good time!
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