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Published: April 17th 2014
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Rumble strips… the bumps on the road made to keep the driver awake. Who knew that these things would serve another purpose… to entertain a group of juvenile adults (if you knew my friends and me, you would know this is not an oxymoron) on a road trip. I will not explain how a highway safety device can be used for something other than its intended purpose for fear that my kids might read this blog and lose all respect for me (haha), but you are free to let your imagination run loose.
I can try, however, to explain the phrase “juvenile adults”. Picture 18 adults, all hard-working, all seriously committed to their chosen fields of profession or vocation, all individually well respected in their own right. When these guys get together and go on a let-your-hair-hang-loose kind of road trip, all hell (pardon my French) breaks loose.
Take the case of the broken GPS for example. Here we were, in an unfamiliar town called San Pablo in Laguna. The streets were kind of narrow, made more so by islands in the middle of the thoroughfares. Here was a 4-vehicle caravan taking U-turns every so
often around these narrow streets. It was a wonder we weren’t apprehended. All the while we thought the driver of the lead car knew where we were going. It was only later did we realize that the GPS was broken. Did this make us mad? Noooooo! On the contrary, it made our road trip fun!
If there was a broken GPS, there was a very updated and precise GPS too. So much so that it made us go through one way streets and what I’d call God-forsaken bumpy, dusty rough roads. Had we passed through these roads at night, I probably wouldn’t be here today to tell this story (well, I could be exaggerating just a little bit). Of course the driver of the lead car with the accurate GPS was so proud that we made our destination in no time. Yeah, we’re sorry we were skeptical at first but he did lead us to the “promised land”. And the experience was a good story to tell our kids. Hahahahaha….
The most unforgettable part of this road trip though was the great karaoke challenge. Here we were in this beautiful mansion in Puerto Azul
in Tarnate, Cavite. It had its own pool, a hot tub on the balcony of the 3
rd floor and a karaoke room. So, after dinner, before bed time, we decided to do a little karaoke. Something we sometimes do during our get-togethers. Now, as in any group, you have the divas, the so-so singers, the wannabes and the “glad-this-is-not-your-day-job” singers. When the divas and the so-so singers get high scores it’s something to be expected. But when the “glad-this-is-not-our-day-job” singers get 99 or even a hundred, well, this means war! And thus, the great karaoke challenge was born.
4 teams of 2 singers each sang one song each, round robin style, all vying for the coveted 100. The prize, bragging rights till something else comes up. A good singing voice was not needed. In fact, it even proved a deterrent in winning. It seemed that the more off key one sang and the more out of time the beat was, the higher the score. The challenge broke the confidence of one of our resident divas. I even lost my voice! Who won? Let’s just say the “glad-this-is-not-your-day-job” singers are now seriously considering making singing their career. Hahahahaha….
So, what are juvenile adults? It’s a group of supposedly matured individuals who find fun in anything that may seem shallow to others. This, mind you, is without the help of alcohol or any hallucinogens. This is our way of blowing off steam. It’s our way of smelling the roses.
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Road trip saga continues...
Well done Gi! :)