Just when I thought those drinking vigils were over - partying, drinking and having a good time that lasts ‘til the wee hours of the morning - is quite an appealing temptation for me to resist.

For two consecutive days, these drinking sessions had me clocking in at home way too late and just in time for breakfast.

I had a very exhausting Friday. I had a job interview, meet up with a long lost friend, Ray, did some groceries, commute all the way to Valenzuela to attend my best friend’s Mom’s birthday, and commute the route back. What probably exhausts me that day was that in between all these is that I did a lot of walking. Yes, I walk, walk, and walk ‘til my legs ache. I had to walk from Enterprise Tower to Greenbelt to meet my friend, had to walk my way to the MRT and still, had to walk with my friend from Landmark to Glorietta to SM Makati to do his groceries. I asked Ray to go with me to my best friend’s place. He agreed to go with me but insisted we go as early as possible but that is not to happen. We had a grand time at my best friend’s place we lost track of time.

He almost curst me going home for he wanted to be home before midnight. Too bad we had a girl companion we had to drop off all the way to Greenwoods Pasig. Needless to say, he celebrated the first minutes of his birthday inside the cab.

So as for him not to feel sad and for me not to feel too guilty, I decided to go with him on his way home and prepare my apologies if ever his guardians asked for explanations. It’s a relief coz everything seemed normal when we arrived and nothing was heard. It also turned out some of our friends were already at their place supposedly to give him a surprise, advance party. They ended up surprised to see us together going home very, very late.

We decided to have some drinks and played some cards while just hanging out and catching up and updating each other. It lasted for a good three hours and we decided to pack up by around 5:00 AM, Saturday.

Saturday is the big night, for Ray that is. Drinks and fettuccini flowed, well wishes been given, stories and laughter were exchanged. Everybody were drunk [except me I managed to get away by claiming I’m not used to drinking whisky], loud and just having a great time altogether. The party was over by 3:00 but some of us decided to continue the drinking spree at another venue. Again, we decided to call it a night [or a day] by 5:00 in the morning, Sunday.

Sunday, I arrived home by 6:00, finished breakfast by 7:30, slept at around 8:00 and woke up 8:00 in the evening. But twelve hours seemed not enough for the two all-nighters I just pulled off. I dozed off again by 10:30 wishing I didn’t have to wake up and go to work!