A post with a lame Mastercard commercial reference in it.

“She woke in the
mooooorning! She knew that her life had passed her by; and she called out a
waaaarning (warning!) she knew that her life had passed her byyyyyyy…”

Jay makes a feeble attempt to reach the high note on the
last word but his voice sort of trips in a raspy, phlegmy way.

“Those left standing
will make millions writing books on the wayyyyy it should’ve beeennnn..” He’s
lost it, he’s rocking out, belting out his guts at this point while tapping the
drum parts on the steering wheel. He also has a smear of hot sauce on his
otherwise clean, white shirt but I’ll let him figure that out himself.

“Mike, aren’t you at least a little ticked that this mysterious Nisha character didn’t show up
tonight. Didn’t she say she was coming?” Jay said turning down the volume of
the car stereo as we speed down Commonwealth Avenue.

“She said she’ll try to
make it. Something came up I guess.” I said playing with my seatbelt in a dopey,
drunken sort of way.

“Mike, be honest, is she even real? Are you just making this
girl up? I mean, I remember you saying how you’d love to go out with a college girl
several months ago. Less than a week later, bam! You’re dating one. I wonder what’s
next Mike; are you going to have a fairy tale wedding in this fantasy too? I’m
sure all of your other imaginary celebrity friends will be there.” He laughs.

“Fuck off. I may be a little psycho sometimes but I’m not in
the point where I’ve started to create imaginary girlfriends yet. Just wait
till we get to Shell Select” I slur

“She stood us up in Roland’s man, what makes you think your little
fairy princess will meet us in a gas station? But hey! I won’t rain on your
parade. It’s your fantasy”

“Okay ka lang? You
sound like you’re about ready to hurl.” Jay asks.

“I’m cool. I just didn’t need that last bottle of Red Horse.”

“Now THAT is a
pimpin’ ride” Jay says as he pulls into a parking slot in the gas station.

I sit up from the reclined seat and look at the bright
yellow Mazda parked next to Jay’s Car.

“So, you believe me now?”

“Err I guess. And I’m guessing that is Nisha?”

I follow his glance. Nisha comes out walking of the
convenience store wearing a sexy white blouse and khaki drawstrings.

“Thanks for the lift man. Now if you’ll excuse me; I need to
hang out with that fantasy fairy
princess over there.” I say in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way as I start opening
the door but Jay stops me.

“Be a gentleman dude, take this.”

I hop out of the car and open the umbrella. Nisha runs to
get underneath it. She gives me a peck on the cheek.

Thirteen bottles of
Red Horse: 325 Pesos.

Two orders of sisig:
230 Pesos.

Nine liters of
unleaded gasoline: 300 pesos.

The look on your
bestfriend’s face when he saw just how hot your fantasy date is: Priceless.