OTATS Magazine Launch Party and Tattoo Exhibit
Takaaki’s Bar at Macapagal Road, HK Sun Plaza
(in front of seaside Dampa)
February 27, 2009; Friday
Entrance fee: Php 150 WITH ONE FREE BEER
Featuring: Loc, Dfp, Gayuma, Bagua, Balatek, Heavenly Host, Mithi, Even, Cosmic Love, Nalalato, Kulam, Krazy Kyle, Sunny Bandila, Mike Kosa, Dcoy and many more.
Tattoo Exhibit starts at 5pm onwards.
Get inked on the spot while you jam with the hottest acts in town!
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TARA? 
When life hands you lemons, lick, shoot, suck.
Being the life loser that I am, I pulled myself out of bed and decided to just tell the world to fuck off and go to Dutdutan 08 all by myself. Mass text message nagging everyone I knew did not score me any dates. At least Jabatites was nice enough to hook me up with his nephew. Chano was muy cool and put me in the list.
The rides were not bad, they weren’t awesome either. A couple of mentionables top the list like an orange Camaro, a matte black ride (that I can’t remember the name *hangs head in shame*), and a TOTALLY BAD ASS IMPALA. And that jet black ride came with equally bad ass men who look like they could beat your hood rat ass. Choppers and bikes littered outside the venue as well.
The walls along the exhibit halls were lined up with booths and booths of each tattoo shop. There were people getting tatts for themselves and , some, willing canvasses for the Tattoo of the Day. The center area was left open for the crowd to move about. This turned out to be a brilliant idea as there were already a couple of people stacking beer cups as fast as they could drink the beer. Little did I know that this beer cup tower would become an essential element to the night.
There were tattoos everywhere! (Thank you, Captain Obvious.) But I was seriously thisclose to getting one myself. Though the thought of needle on my skin made me shrivel in fear, the whole setup was pretty cool. It was an exhibit and there were competitions but everyone was pretty much laid back. I mean, they weren’t trying to outdo each other. They just went on their merry way. It was a little weird to have people looking (at taking pictures) of artwork WHILE the artist was working. That is practically unheard of from a painter, a musician, or a writer. I mean, can you imagine if you were trying to paint or write a song and there was some random dude behind you, peering over your shoulder, taking pictures of your unfinished work?
While I was taking it easy and snapping the graffiti, I ran into a couple of people I would never have thought to see there. Not because they’re not the type to be in that sort of exhibit but because they were Teh Douchebag’s friends. One and the same friends who I went up to Baguio with when The Izzy was still in my tummy. It was just so surreal seeing the Tattooed Twosome, Do-you-drugs Dex and Mommy Yheng. We caught up a little and grabbed a bite somewhere.
As the Tattoed Twosome and I were finishing smokes outside, I saw someone else I wouldn’t have thought to run into again. I stepped into his walking path and confronted, “Flip Cup Golangco. I never thought I’d see you in ‘ere parts.” Yes, one and the same Flip Cup Golangco that I just met at the 4-way birthday bash weeks back. Flip Cup Golangco spotted a couple of friends that we immediately integrated to our own growing pool of unusual tambays. Flip Cup Golangco’s friends, Jop and Towering Temo, would turn out to be our spotters for the night. They fetched beer, carried bags, and took pictures for when my stature couldn’t reach any higher. In return, we introduced them to hot chicks. This arrangement worked well for us.
With the promise of hot men and tattoos, I got Clinically Insane to get off of her ass and drive all the way to Makati. And my officemate, Miss Noticeable, to follow when I rattled off bands rumored to play til the wee hours of the morning.
No one can rock an event quite like Uneditedmara can. And to think I started this day out all by myself. *beams proudly* As the night wore on, Beer Cup Tower Dudes were really stacking it up. Little by little we contributed to the towering plastic architecture. From time to time they encountered a crash or two or eleven and they just kept rebuilding the damn thing. It’s kinda hard making a tower of beer cups where you’re inebriated yourself. You KNOW that thing can’t get that high when you’re hammered.
More bands played. The Tattooed Twosome bounced earlier and so did Clinically Insane. There were more friends to be had as Miss Noticeable and I talked up Beer Cup Tower Dudes. At this point, Jop and Towering Temo where no where to be found. We suspect that they went backstage after the Bikini Contest to scope out some fine, fine ass. Whatever makes them happy, I say.
Beer Cup Tower Dudes were a RIOT to hang out with. Not just coz one of them had the hots for Miss Noticeable (which worked out VERY WELL to my advantage. She had me as a wing woman and she never left me without a FREE beer in hand), but because they were all just chillax. Some of them promised a beach vacay in La Unuin, free tongue rings, and free tatts. That’s what Miss Noticeable gets you.
The whole night was sheer insanity and lunacy. You rock out to a band and inadvertently hit someone, you just turn around and say, “Oh I’m sorry! Friends?” Yeah. Shame is for the mornings, m’friends. Tonight, we dine in hell! My phonebook grew twice it’s size by that night alone. No one knows if they gave the right number or took down the right name. As Chano said, “One love”.
The insanity started pretty early thus I called it quits a little after midnight as everyone was just sitting on the steps outside the venue hall wasted and high, but not after insulting Miss Noticeable’s boy toy, Fries, and his prepubescent LA SALLITE friend, Jeco and accusing them of being gay lovers. I remember screaming profanities at fellow BisDak Tom and tapping strange people to ask them if they knew Chano because they look like they had the same shirt. Yeah, I know. Whattalogic, Mara. Introductions led me to say that I was a writer (of sorts) and with such words came a freelance offer. I only pray that I wrote down my number and rememberd to spell my email correctly. No matter, I left sweaty and stinky and piss drunk on WARM beer. Rocking out at Dutdutan 08 was the most fun I’ve had without having to take my clothes off.
