Best Party Ever!!!

Friday night was a blast.

If there was anything the company I'm working with is good at, it's throwing the best kick-ass parties in town. There's nothing of the group dancing contests where participants had to prepare and practice late nights only to not eat during the event itself because they might puke or just lamely not fit in their costumes. Nothing of the old-school raffle draw routine where the winners are called out by some bimbo-loser-gameshow-host-wannabe while the crowd sits idly, waiting for a chance at luck and killing time by talking about the same old bullshit to anyone willing enough to listen while they down their 4th bottle of warm beer. None of the games where everyone is forced to make fun of themselves or pretend to be having fun even if it's the last thing in their minds to win a 2006 Planner that's given out by other companies to their employees in exchange for nothing that's as humiliating as breaking your nose as your floor-dive or having your mouth stitched because some over-competitive asshole unknowingly flexed an arm towards your baby face as he did what he normally does best---be an over-competitive asshole. And best of all, no DJs and no mixed CD compilation of dance music over a craggy low-budget sound-system-on-wheels.

In the pre-party, that's about two hours before the gates to the main hall opens, people could choose to enjoy three booths, all themed, and win a Sony Discman just by singing and getting a minimum score of 95 over a rigged magic-sing which does not generate a score lower than 95, for example. I mean, come on, 5 minutes of shame in exchange for a Discman that P&G gave everyone of its employees like three Christmases ago? No dice! I'd list myself even if there was only "My Way" in the songbook! In another booth, you exchange a stub off your wrist for a cool zombie drink and a CD with relaxing chilled tracks compiled by Sony BMG exclusively for our "icy" brand.

I did not anymore get to even partake in the singing, much as I would want to but to everybody else's delight, because the sound of engine revving suddenly covered the Phil-Trade Center from the inside out, giving a green light for safe passage to the big, predominantly-red lit, and cozy lounge set-up of the womb that's home to about 8 hours of one purely awesome night of entertainment. Imagine a well arranged place that could sit 900 people strong. Nothing's impossible with a group of very abled people comprising our Marketing department, fat cash to burn, and an arsenal of the best event organizers.

Right after dinner that followed some videos showcasing the year-that-was, the party was set off by Ruffa Mae Quinto who did several song and dance numbers. The ladies envied the way her silken armpits flawlessly matched the color of every inch of her exposed skin while the men fished out their cameras with the hope of clearly capturing the cleavage that's surely the subject of the spunkiest moments done in solitude. No one gave a damn that she did not rehearse her dance number properly and that she can't do ad libs even while reading the next parts of the programme via the cue cards she's holding. She just took everyone's breath away, jologs or not, with or without gender.

Dinner was served buffet style and the drinks flowed for beer, wine, soda, and water drinkers, alike. Booze was estimated to cover eight bottles of whichever for each. And that's a whole lotta piss under the bridge.

Then the band played on, first setting the pace to the beat of the 80s which I hoped could be over and done with at the very soonest because of the way it made my stomach do triple somersaults. You know those kinds with a very distinct intro-sequence that would cue a signature-move that everybody would either lamely do or try to do. I never did get a liking to that kind of crap, probably for dancing too much of Buttercup in college, against my very will, of course.

(cue lightning and thunder here)

(then, cue smell of burning hair and skin here)
Ok! Ok! I did enjoy it BUT JUST for the praises I got from doing my own thang! You know... the moves? Oh, crap, lets just drop this entire 80s shit altogether and let me move on with my narrative. And stop that involuntary twitch off your lips, you scrawny hag!

There were a total of four bands who took turns in giving the night its different moods: hip hop, dance, alternative rock, pop. There were two setups on the stage that eased a smooth transition between acts. Believe you me, everyone got it on to dancing. Some even did stage dives maybe upon seeing a mirage that's turned the sparsely peopled dance floor into one crazy mosh pit. Everyone's got something to dance onto, except maybe for those whose idea of danceable music is a near-to-real rendition of the Bohemian Rhapsody who's kind could only be dead right now as I have killed the last of them in a genocidic frenzy I had in my dreams two full moons ago. As for me, I also moved about. In fact, I did the moves and the groove and the get-get-aw, rendering my body to ache in 37 different locations the next day. Everyone just got crazy, on the dance floor or at the posh dining area, while having fun with colleagues who have become, in time's due course, more friends than strangers.

For the last three bands, I only have but one common and reaffirmed realization: these new breed of performers do not only sing good---they look good enough to eat as well. Short skirts-stroke-shorts, woman-abs as hard as the pan-de-sal sold at our local neighborhood bakery at 10pm when it had been made at 4am that same day, and beautiful faces coupled with the most seductive of body-erotica movements that made every woman in the hall want to scream: it's un-FAIR! Why?! Hu-waaaaaaayyyyyy?!?!?!

For logistics, coasters were stationed outside the venue from 11pm and are scheduled to leave on hourly intervals for key points in the Metro and beyond (by beyond, I meant Batangas City).

The party cost so much but was worth every cent as a way of thanking those who have made the year's revenue soar to high heavens. That's us. And, to quote the empress of Marketing herself, Ms. Mary Ann P, albeit said jokingly with a handfull of audience in an entirely different venue and event, we could all truly say the following words with conviction, "In all humility, I DESERVE THIS!"

posted by Fritz @ 12:10 AM