Hard Rock Bangkok

Last night was the second time I attended an alumni meet because a few friends were there. They're the only reason I show up. If they're not around, I stay home and go cyber. The first time was also my first time to realize that I have been gone from the hilltop (our fond name for alma mater dear) for quite awhile. People were seated according to batches of five years, and oh-oh... I no longer belong to the pediatrics. The nursing home draweth nigh, *pita*

Classes of 1990 - 1995 (Read: oi! hindi pa kami laos lol!)

A pattern is forming. Last night I repeated what I did with schoolmates after the meet: proceed to Hard Rock. The place looked brighter, and a friendly server dropped by our table to make small talk that left me both smiling and furrowing my brow.

She pointed at my neck cheerily, and asked ....

"Sorry?," I hollered thru the blare of Guns N Roses' Sweet Child O' Mine.

"Your necklace," she bellowed, "torquoise?"

This time I heard her, "ah yes, solid. All of it."

She swayed her hips to the next table. I got ready for another puff while two love birds near my butt were feeling the moment.

A concoction of Jack Daniels, vodka, lime, and I forgot the rest replaced my pomegranate martini from the previous post-meeting night out

I didn't know HR staff do this. I must have been boringly cocooned for too long

We danced in front of the band a few minutes before calling it a night. Or morning. An hour or two had probably passed after the clock struck 12

Doing Hard Rock once or twice a year is just perfect. Til the next alumni meet....

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