Smoke, booze, the psychedelic of today. This side of UP that fogged up the moral perils of this scholastic mosh pit, but is still so dangerously inviting to some. Much too sultry for my liking. Those were my sentiments and more as Abby, Marlo and I along with some of the people from the Fort decided to "schmooze" (I couldn't think of a better word for that. Mingle maybe?) at a UP Film and MassCom people's thesis film presentations at the Mogwai Film Bar.



It was new. I was laughing inwardly when I found out this was what I was gonna miss out on for not making the MassCom cut off for UP (I laugh as I type this). I haven't written them off for that just yet.

The films were shown in the upstairs room of the bar. There were about thirty or less people cramped up in the room, all jockeying for somewhere to snuggle. We sat near the wall where most of the bean bags were strewn to add a cozier feel.

The films were hands down stellar in their own pensive variety (too stellar for my scrutiny). We only stayed for two films (Some girl's "Metronome" and Joaquin Valdes' "Bulong"). After that, we felt like we've had enough for one night, Marlo and I. So we left the theater of sorts, feeling more lightheaded than ever.

But for some strange and unexplainable reason, we were BOTH smitten. Like the smitten gits we were. It was one of those nights when we wished someone was there to knock some sense into us when we felt like we nearly toed out of the sober line (without the influence of alcohol of course). Maybe it was just the motions of THAT NIGHT that had us rattled and the other things that took place that remotely had anything to do with the movie. That was one heck of a night.

Maybe I'll write the blow-by-blow details of what REALLY happened some other time. I just couldn't be bothered.

Till the next UP film escapade.