By Alex Sawit
25 December 2007
“This is like the bar in Star Wars with all the aliens.”
That was Bochok talking, a glass tumbler in hand and a single malt whisky-induced grin on his face, calling my attention to the strange characters going about their merry business that Friday night (December 21). Such a happy way to describe the ensemble cast at the Cyrano Christmas party, don’t you think? Even though I prefer to liken our little establishment to Rick’s café in Casablanca, on this particular occasion Bochok was succinctly right. Like that sci-fi saloon in a galaxy far, far away, our place had turned into a rendezvous point for a motley collection of fascinating beings.
Wine was flowing, food was plentiful and we found intelligent life. We even had all three of our regular Friday night Jedi masters in session (our sincere thanks to [NAME WITHHELD BY REQUEST] for providing not just one but two blissfully flavorful, delicious orders of air-freighted Cebu lechon).
And the Force continues to be with us. Long live Cyrano, friends!
What intelligent life? This is a conspiracy I tell you!
Blah, blah, blah… you Jedi masters talk too much.
Sith Lords rule, baby!
Jedi master? Yoda say join me and my padwans in buffet room.
Begun this Christmas Party has!
We know mind control too, Yoda man.
Aaarggghhh, mind control strong… walls melting… losing control…
hey wait, gimme that mango chiffon from Conti’s!!!
Huh… umaga na bord?