just another day

Chong, here you go:

She had bruises on both arms and felt the urge to sink her teeth into flesh. She asked the person beside her if he'd be a willing victim to her gigil and he agreed. She bit his upper arm and felt him writhe. It helped diminish the gigil, but only for a while. Several beers later,she asked him again. It took a lot of prodding this time before he agreed. She saw him reach out and clutch the beefy arm of the person beside him in anticipation of the pain. As she was biting him she realized his arm will look tomorrow the way hers did right then.

They transferred to another place to get even more sloshed. It was already past 2 in the morning when everyone agreed to go home. As they headed for Sikatuna to drop off the cute young couple of the group the car engine died. Everyone got out and the men pushed the car to try and jump-start the engine. It didn't work. She looked at the car rolling slowly away from her and could not hold back her laughter. Three drunks pushing a tiny white car in the early morning amidst the noise of neighborhood dogs barking their disapproval was just more than she could handle.

Later on she listened to the men give their two cents' worth as to how to make the car start. One suggested they get gasoline, maybe it ran out. Another suggested looking at the engine, another was saying it was probably some broken cable and they would have to leave the car where it was. They tried all the suggestions, except the one about leaving the car. Two of the men rode a trike to get gasoline. They fed the tank a whole coke litro of gas but the engine remained obstinately quiet. They tried looking underneath the hood but couldn't figure out what was wrong. They tinkered with the battery and nothing happened. When everyone was about to give it up for lost, the car owner suddenly saw the problem--some hose that got disconnected. He reconnected the troublesome hose and everyone squeezed themselves into the car once more. A few meters later, the engine died. The damned hose got disconnected again. Eventually, the early morning (and the car) was saved by wet-with-saliva-but-still-sticky gum someone had been chewing on the whole time. They used that on the hose.

She was dropped off at her place at around 4:00 am. Fifteen minutes later, the driver messaged her: Home. Hehe. If I only had a blog. Between teethmarks and a gang of drunk idiots pushing a 38-year old car, this day would have made my top 5 best.

Hers, too.