Number 65

So, last Friday, Daddy decided to make up for coming home very late for the past two days (remember my I-haven't-seen-my-father-for-two-days dilemma?) by taking all of us out to this new bar, Atmosfera, which was co-owned by one of his colleagues at work.

We were supposed to go right after dinner, but had to wait for our youngest brother to finalize his enrollment. Apparently, his university had gone overtime to accommodate all the students. It was past 9pm when he finally finished, and we were right outside the gates when he came out (excited, much?).

Atmosfera was a quaint little bar, blown up by the enormous mirrors that were placed on all the walls. The blue light and freezing temperature reminded me of an aquarium; it felt very cozy.

Heniway, Dad ordered all of us a couple of drinks to start with, and then he just kinda laid back and talked to us like we were just strolling in the park or walking along the beach. :) My drink, Infinit in strawberry margarita flavor, enticed my Mom and younger brother immensely; before long, I found them filling up on the same drink, and abandoning their barely-touched beers.

It was an absolutely superb evening. The parentals got a little tipsy, so we had to go home at around 11:30pm, but not before laughing at their cute helpless ways of trying to prove that they're still sober, especially Mom who was so enthused. I forgot to bring the camera; these pictures are all taken by my phone.

We also played a game of coming up with a name we would call our bar if we were to put up our own. Suggestions included: MCKL, Wiwid's, Leng's, New Palm, Luigi's, and Number 65. Daddy says he won't sign a lease unless we come up with a common name, so we all know that's never gonna happen, hahahaha. Of course, we were missing our sister, our Ate, who's off somewhere making millions. :)

All the same, it felt good to just sit and drink and talk. It feels as normal and natural as breathing: just can't live without it. And I can't live without these crazy people around. :)