After hours of looking for a place a friend called TRESA’S, we finally found it. It turned out no one we asked ever heard of TRESA’S because it wasn’t called TRESA’S in the first place, but TRICIA’S. Mispronunciations are due, no doubt,to years of hearing X-TRAY for X-RAY, and CT-SKULL for CT-Scan.
No one even pretended to be shy, Louibear braying into the 20-octave version of I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing, alternating Regine and Aerosmith version. The block song, of course, is Fixing a Broken Heart duet version, Ditz the Titz singing the guy parts, I singing the shrilly fingernail-against-chalkboard-screechy parts. Everyone knew every Backstreet Boy song ever created, all the lyrics, all the inflections, all the Uh-huh’s and Yea-eh’s.
The overwhelming hit of the night, of course, is I’ve Never Been To Me by Charlene Duncan, because of its socially relevant message complete with narration, talking about life, death, adultery, prostitution, abortuses, rainforests, and so on. Ditz and I have been looking for the song that contains the lyrics "It was just another piece of the puzzle!!!!" but we couldn’t find it. According to Ditz it’s the perfect gay bar song. We were reminded of one of our patients in ambu who invited us to a show/performance art he was doing in QC. He was muscular with long hair, so Ditz had to ask, "Maghuhubad ka?"
In between songs we ate greasy, barely recognizable food. Louibear drank a glass of water.
"Bakit maligamgam?" he asked.
"Yan kasi yung pinagbababaran ng kutsara," Ditz the Titz said.
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