A Night to Remember

I woke up Saturday noon from a whole night of hanging out with friends. The fun last night was all I can think of. I grabbed for my cellphone and texted her.

“Really had fun last night.  “

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It was an event I must never be absent from. The last party of the year.

Our college department held this year’s Christmas Party in the Roof deck of a big mall. There were the usual games, food, dance numbers and the main event, the pre-elimination for the Ms. Valentines for this school year.

The party was a blast, in a way, but none compared to what we had next.

My block section had been planning on having an after party after our department’s one for weeks.

And here is where I start.

The place was the usual hangout for the adrenaline pumped youths. It was where the newest music and mixes were being played. With each beat vibrating the very soul of the people inside. People were dancing to it.

And how can one forget the drinks? There they were. Tower of beers for all. With mugs already filled to the brim. Now it was a party.

A party.

I just sat at our table for a couple of hours. Taking small sips of beer when my friends would pass it around. I’m not the one who drinks a lot. I’m not even the one who drinks at all. But tonight I decided to try it with a thought of the word control in mind.

As I watched the people sway their body to the music, a familiar voice asked me. “Hey! Do I look drunk?”

I looked at the person who was asking me. And there she stood, lady wearing her black spaghetti top and blue jeans(our Christmas party was denim-themed). “Huh?” I asked as if I was deaf to the music being played so loud.

“Do I look drunk?” she asked again.

I looked at her almond-shaped eyes which sparkled every time she blinked.

“No, actually you looked lively tonight.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, but you do look tired”

“I guess so,” she smiled.

Damn I miss that smile!!

“Well, two hours of dancing can really make you tired. Here, have a seat.”

“Thanks,” she said as she sat down and took the beer mug which was just in front of me.

“You look beautiful tonight She.”

She blushed(or perhaps it was just the effect of the alcohol just drank).

“Thanks, well you also look good yourself.”

And that was it. The birth(or perhaps the rebirth) of a conversation.

We talked the whole night. About the things that happened this year. The things we expect for next year. We talked and talked. If you only knew how glad I am to talk with you again.

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It took five minutes before I received her reply.

“Ha? Sorry..hehe…medyo may hangover pa. Ei ano ba gamot sa hangover? I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

How could I have forgotten. She vomited that night even before we talked. She might have drank more than the mug she took from me.

I replied back. “Go out and breathe the fresh air. Kinda helps me when I feel kinda sick in the head. ^__^”

I’m still glad though. To have that small chat with you.