I'm tamad to make kuwento, it's enough that I relate the after-effects of the Ratwakan Christmas Party held last Friday December 7. Vicky never got home. She doesn't remember much, she just suddenly woke up in Carmi's house.
Q called the next day declaring he was about to check into Makati Medical.
I had to nurse a muscle-strained right arm for staying too long in one position (holding the airsickness bag right infront of Carmi's mouth) during the 45 minute ride from Alabang to Makati. My head was leaning against the window with eyes closed, but I was scared stiff she would vomit all over me. So I held the bag in mid-air the whole time.
It seems the only sane and sober person in the group was our unsung hero Ricky. Since it is his duty now to ferry all of us rat girls to and from ratwakans, we make sure he gets to drink ONLY diet coke during the last hour of the party. We call him our bus driver. Ginny is supposed to be his navigator or the only girl who cannot fall asleep on the way home. Part of her wifely duties of course.
The party was another record breaker in terms of enjoyment decibels. Shouting, screaming, laughing, guffawing, giggling, snorting, drinking, AND .. dancing to eightees music! -- See pics -- Carmi as Carmi and Malu as Alma Moreno!
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