Greetings, dearest hivers.
What is your idea of a perfect night? There's something so magical and almost ecstatic about spontaneous nights out. Don't get me wrong, I love cozy nights in pajamas while bingeing on Netflix series. But every now and then, a call for excitement sounds, and I must answer. But how could you determine the right time to answer the call? The key ingredient is to know that you're going to the right place with the right set of people (and of course you gotta make sure you have no special appointments for tomorrow after that).
One mundane afternoon, someone had a crazy craving for something sweet and exciting. That insane little fella, you ask? It's me. I call out my girlies, who are always in the mood for a fun night out. We agreed to dress casually, but destiny was up to something when we all showed up in beige outfits. (Now we look like we have some dance presentation, Keke).
Our plan was simple: we'll hop into this trending new cafe in town. Order something sweet and filling, then chika the night away. ("Chika" is a Filipino word that means "to talk about something," or it can also refer to small talk or chatter.) The new cafe I'm referring to was Uncle Brew Prime. The moment we arrived there, we easily felt comfortable. It was cozy and very detailed. The food was palatable as well; it didn't disappoint for the price. Especially their milk tea; it could easily pass as my top 1 favorite, and considering I'm a little milk tea enthusiast myself.
When we're almost done chitchatting and eating, my friend proposes something fun. Since the carnival is just a walk away from the cafe, we decided to go there and try the rides. It sounds very exciting, but something inside of me was boiling out of nervousness. For the record, I may be a fun person to be around, but I'm not a thrill-seeking friend.
The place wasn't as crowded as we expected, but it was populated enough. There was a band performing, and as we roamed around, we thought of what the best ride to try was. I, as a first-timer, suggest the Vikings, as it doesn't look as scary as the others. We paid for the tickets, and we were the only passengers that time. So I thought, "This is perfect; we could choose whatever seat we want." So we choose to sit in the very last row. What could go wrong, right? But boy, I'm very wrong. As it starts to swing, I realize that it is the scariest of all because it can reach the highest. My body felt like it was going to its deathbed very early, and I was shouting at the top of my lungs, silently praying this could stop in a minute. After shouting and fighting for my life, it did stop, and I hurriedly walked away from the Vikings and swore for my life never to ride in that ever again.
My friends laughed about it, but I was being serious. To my surprise, one of them said she found it really fun and would gladly do it again right after we take off. I then ask her, “Are you psycho? ", by which we all laugh out.
When it's time to go home, we all decidedly walked to our boarding houses to make up for the spending we had this night. It was indeed such a costly night; we are both filled and broke at the same time. But it was fun, something money cannot buy. After all, money is not for keeping; it is for spending on the right thing. Like an experience you cannot easily forget, just like this one night out with my friends. And that's how my night was spent, I hope you're spending your nights in whatever way you like my dearest hivers. Good night.
Anniestly Yours