chipsters.

personally, i am getting sick of these defunct weekly meetings. much as i hate to admit it, the initial enthusiasm is beginning to wear thin. scratch that, has been played to death, i mean.

for those who are lost, i will try my best to explain.

years ago a group of us stumbled upon this place at cuscaden's, called chips. chips had a special, kinda homely feel to it. not surprising, as it's not much more than a hole in the wall. everyone knew everybody else and it's was always nice and comfy. another thing that we love about the place was that on tuesdays they had a ten-dollar-jug promo. which is exactly what it sounds like. as you can possibly imagine, in our early teen years, this is a teenage alcoholic's paradise on earth.

we basically LIVED for tuesdays, for the simple reason being we couldn't afford beer any other day. we started to meet there once a month (our bunch, i mean.), and it gradually turned into a weekly ritual. we'd save up six days a week to splurge on that molten gold every god-sent tuesday. most other kids didn't know about the place, it being relatively secluded and all, so we were in our own makeshift heaven for about a year or so.

unfortunately the word spread. now, the place is sadly overrun with kids who beg for a dollar from everyone they see at the bar so they can pool together money for a jug to split among the 5 of them. (depressing, but i kid you not.)

don't get me wrong, i absolutely adore the people i've come to know and love over the years. namely the band of amigos we've dubbed the indubitables. oh the fun that we've had and the nights of drunken adventure will most definitely NOT be forgotten. (in fact i'm counting on these guys to put together that embarrassing collage of videos and pictures that are now so popular at weddings.)

still, when i occasionally find myself trudging my way through the crowds that pollute orchard road towards chips, and i have to admit.. cutting back my visits to that place has been good for the love/hate relationship i have with it. now, it means that once every month or so i get to kick back on those budget chairs, have a few rounds or pool and alcohol with the boys and so on.

but really, anymore than that.. if anyone asks, i'm sick. (no, really. i am.)