Caffeine and Alcohol
1.12.2013
Yesterday, I was already on my way home when they told me to go at a nearby cafe in the school. We stayed there until midnight, talking about things and plans. I was proofreading my paper, they were doing their own things, too. Then, we will talk and laugh again. The bottomless brewed coffee pumped up the cold rainy night. After the cafe close, we headed towards Cubao Expo. The zooming speed of the jeepney played in rewind to my blurry eyesight and tired body. When we reached the expo, we sat at an unlit corridor of the vintage village-themed place with delicious-smelling smokes and laughter and music jived altogether to bring a feeling of nostalgia to the people. A few hours of chats, cigarette sticks and Red Horse bottles, Imago took the microphone. It was a sign that we should watch the performance. Some favorite songs and some unknown stories behind the people in the area. A song or two, we moved out of the place, walked on the silent streets of Cubao and whispered words that will blend in the fleeting music of the sweeping streets. I took a jeepney and went back home.
It was one of the best nights I've ever had.
