It was deja vu when I found myself back at The Fort Strip to attend Manol's open bar birthday party, two days short of a year. Piedra was now called Fuel. I came alone: no Diana, TinTin or The Ex. This year I had dinner first w/ Fernds, Jella and her friend Jade at the Cafe resto next to The Fort. Manol, Dave and Marco joined us later on for some storytelling. It was also my second time too meet Feesca (and her hubby Ed) face-to-face (when I'm not leaving relatively humorous comments on her Facebook page, that is).
The music was just as loud, tho' the DJ couldn't decide on a specific decade for his playlist. I had a better time this year, surprisingly, as I was able to mingle more. I even tested my tolerance for low-level alkie drinks, now up to 2 Rum&Cokes. Whoo, I'm a lush.
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