Thought I'd do a humourous post to kick off the new year. I read with great interest Vixenova's post on the Dec Girly Bloggers' Night Out and wondered what a Blogger Boys' Night Out would be like. Rano said it'd probably be a bunch of shutterbugs, and I tend to agree. Below is a fictional account based on Vixennova's post. Feel free to ad-lib as required heheh!

At the Blogger Boys' Night Out, I got pissed!

There's no better way to kick-start a weekend than having a night of cheap wine, cheap cigarettes, gossips, barbecued food and soccer. That night with the boys was such an experience. The conversations were interesting, I've never seen that much dSLRs being laid on one table. Borgkingkong took the honors however, for his HUGE tool, a DVX+Letus35FE The committee Pablo did one swell job and whoever brought that projector to project that Man-U - Arsenal game on the big screen is a genius and the hamburgers made my belly smile. There was meat and lots of it - t'was an international buffet - Empire doesn't stand a chance.

My first impression when I met everyone was «basar-basar jua beg kamera dorang ani ah». I was greeted by the host Pablo and seated already were Jack & Rano, then more dudes in black came, including Mr BR, who arrived in his government issue Jag. We all did an impromptu introduction upon greeting and of course there were those I've already known; Gferro, Ucingitam and Rezafaizal. I wish I could give everyone a mention, please excuse me for not.

I thought the heavy rain was gonna disrupt the whole evening - nope. The camera flash was speedlights were mightier than the lightning. *May lightning don't strike me for saying that* We all went (camera) trigger-happy that evening and as my colleague in the office would say it, camera sluts. No one really took pictures cos everyone was busy eating, drinking, and comparing length and girth (of our lenses!) around the barbecue.

I personally love the dinner bit, the food was great. Charred slabs of meat drenched in tomato ketchup washed down with ice cold cerveza. I've learned a few important «life» pointers at the dinner table: