fire in the hole!

station 17 is on fire! (pronounced: fa-yer)

i pass through this bar in banilad everyday since moving to our new crib. i thought it was a fire station coz they put a feigned fire truck as front propeller. what's really funny and ironic is they mimic a fire station and really look like it but of all the establishments in the area, they were the only one who got burned. what's even more suprising was, when they call the "real deal" fire station, they got no answer! they have to send their guard(s) off and wake those sleeping sonofabitch firemen! freakin' odd ey?

anyway, went to pass the place last night and was sad to see it burned down (technically, standing but you're reading tabloid here - exagerration sells, you know). no more strobe lights... the fire truck, gone. i was really, really hoping to drop there for just one time and see what it looks like inside. wonder what they're serving... burned down sizzling sisig? beer bam straight from the truck's hose? and the waiters must be wearing something distinct... like, do they have axe, helmet, close-fitting breeches, fully clad uniforms or jumper suits? but my single, biggest curiosity goes to the waitress(es) why?? hmmmm.. i'll leave that to your imagination...

meanwhile, when half of the "crew" of b.r. (co-owners in my dictionary) met last tuesday, me included, we discussed about doing the island hopping thing again. sarsy said, "it was fun every minute." can't disagree with you cio and can't wait for another. we need to perfect our somersault dive (haven't learn pa gani), you know.

the fact that we called our bar "beach roots" is a testimony that we are but bunch of beach bum peps. tongue twister, anyone?

can't be too forward and be too excited about "the hop - episode 2" (again, you'd know if you've been following my telenovela) coz as the saying goes, "a cat has nine lives." geeee, whatever that means!

promise, more sanity next post.... ¿¿¿