60
It was my old man’s birthday last saturday and it was supposed to be grand because its his 60th birthday and its something like a milestone for most people still being alive, but my old man didn’t like the idea, he just wanted a simple dinner with our extended family.
I picked up my parents at the airport friday and they chewed out on me at the airport because I screwed up their flight back to manila sunday, my old man was indecisive on what flight to take yesterday that he had me book a lot of seats on different sunday planes and the one he decided to take was of all the ones that I forgot to book. They went home for his birthday dinner though I had this feeling they wanted to stay in manila for this petula clark concert, they didn’t say a word about it but even when I was still a kid, they’d always sing her song you and I from that old movie goodbye mr chips.
Anyway when I got to the restaurant for his dinner that night, it was full because there was also some sort of convention there for whatever brotherhood it was, they had their guests coming in white tuxes and bow ties that if the restaurant wasn’t chinese, you could mistake them as waiters. There was one guy there who I think didn’t have a lot of friends, because he had a band of bodyguards following him with a lot of guns sticking out from their pants so that no one would probably start a fight with him. One of them was even sporting this ammunition belt of bullets from his shoulders, I’m not quite familiar with guns but I think those bullets on his shoulder were too big for any of the guns he carried, they looked like they should be used in M60s in helicopters, it’ll probably scare you to know that he maybe fires them through his teeth, it’s like chewbacca who always carries this bandolier by his shoulder but you never saw him reload bullets from there, it must be his clothes or something since he’s not wearing anything at all. Nobody tried to kill whoever that guy was anyway, you’d get lost in finding him because they all look the same in their white tuxes.
The waiters also forgot to fix the walls where our tables were at, there was this banner from a forum earlier that says b.o.m.b which meant something like budget operations and management in barangays or something like that, though b.o.m.b. made no sense to what their topic was, its just other people’s habit of making stupid a.c.r.o.n.y.m.s. to phrases and titles, though bomb came in handy, I just had to tell my cousins to look for the bomb in the restaurant before they get lost in a sea of men in white tuxedoes.
We had shark’s fin soup for starters but they were probably grated chicken cartilage, and I felt better eating it that way for the love of greenpeace and the thought of how angry a shark can get in that jaws movie. The rest of the food was great though and the best one was this steel keg of beck’s beer under my seat.
I picked up my parents at the airport friday and they chewed out on me at the airport because I screwed up their flight back to manila sunday, my old man was indecisive on what flight to take yesterday that he had me book a lot of seats on different sunday planes and the one he decided to take was of all the ones that I forgot to book. They went home for his birthday dinner though I had this feeling they wanted to stay in manila for this petula clark concert, they didn’t say a word about it but even when I was still a kid, they’d always sing her song you and I from that old movie goodbye mr chips.
Anyway when I got to the restaurant for his dinner that night, it was full because there was also some sort of convention there for whatever brotherhood it was, they had their guests coming in white tuxes and bow ties that if the restaurant wasn’t chinese, you could mistake them as waiters. There was one guy there who I think didn’t have a lot of friends, because he had a band of bodyguards following him with a lot of guns sticking out from their pants so that no one would probably start a fight with him. One of them was even sporting this ammunition belt of bullets from his shoulders, I’m not quite familiar with guns but I think those bullets on his shoulder were too big for any of the guns he carried, they looked like they should be used in M60s in helicopters, it’ll probably scare you to know that he maybe fires them through his teeth, it’s like chewbacca who always carries this bandolier by his shoulder but you never saw him reload bullets from there, it must be his clothes or something since he’s not wearing anything at all. Nobody tried to kill whoever that guy was anyway, you’d get lost in finding him because they all look the same in their white tuxes.
The waiters also forgot to fix the walls where our tables were at, there was this banner from a forum earlier that says b.o.m.b which meant something like budget operations and management in barangays or something like that, though b.o.m.b. made no sense to what their topic was, its just other people’s habit of making stupid a.c.r.o.n.y.m.s. to phrases and titles, though bomb came in handy, I just had to tell my cousins to look for the bomb in the restaurant before they get lost in a sea of men in white tuxedoes.
We had shark’s fin soup for starters but they were probably grated chicken cartilage, and I felt better eating it that way for the love of greenpeace and the thought of how angry a shark can get in that jaws movie. The rest of the food was great though and the best one was this steel keg of beck’s beer under my seat.
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