The only thing that managed to tear me away from YouTube was Batch 105's graduation party, FINALE. A good dinner and some Spanish wine at Barcino warmed up us old folk for the sensory bombardment of Embassy Fly. It was truly an education. What was once a disco is now reinvented as... a CLUB. Entry requires... besides an ID... a bag and metal detector search, a dog sniff, not 1-not 2-but THREE arm stamps, and PERSONALITY. Oh, not to forget... MONEY. Beer costs P190! Then instead of the rigorous coordination required by The Running Man and Roger Rabbit, it is currently acceptable to just... NOD. When the big burly man walks up to you, you do exactly like his shirt says... OBEY. And if you leave at pumpkin midnight, you are... UNCOOL. Other than that, even I managed to have a great time. Epiphanic!
*photo by Porschia Domingo
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