
The after party was actually a lot of fun especially with the on going joke of the night that there would be no strippers at the party. Everytime we saw Bill walk by one of the wives would chime, " Hey Bill, great party, but it needs some strippers." This was the first time Heath and I have been to a strip club together, if you can believe it. Now that I've done this, I know I'll have no problem going to the Rhino from now on. Everyone had a great time... some more than others. :)
But the best part of the night, which I will always remember was the cab ride home. Heath, Mike and I all decided it was time to leave so we stepped out of the smokey club into the rain and jumpped into the first cab available. The cab driver spoke only a little bit of english and looked quite shocked to see two big fighters get into his car. Mike rode shotgun and quickly noticed that the car didn't have any lights. " Hey man, you realize your lights aren't on? Oh wait the gas light is on and he's on E!" We all laughed, even the cabbie. For those of you that don't know, the drivers in Manila are crazy, there is no such thing as lanes and for the most part they signal by honking their horn. But you never see any accidents, so their system is working, I guess. The cab driver was pretty good aside from the speeding and cutting off a row of people stopped at the red light- as per Mike's orders. He even started honking for the driver, about every minute or so. We couldn't stop laughing. Even when we came 2 inches from ramming into a bus that was merging. Quote of the night after our near death experience-
Mike: Hey I think I just pooped myself back there. You know what 'pooped myself' means?
Alright time to force myself to sleep. I'll be posting about the rest of our trip soon.