THE STAG PARTY by: Lumad Aloranon

The Stag Party (A disaster) Sometime in mid 1990s. Bingo Pajares, a friend of ours from Pagadian City, was set to be married to another friend of ours, also from Zamboanga del Sur. It's customary that when a man is going to be married, his friends treat him to a Stag Party a few days before the wedding. We, his friends; Doree Mutia, Dodo Yamba, Jun Yamba, William Tecson, Butch Tortal, all from Pagadian City Promy Solon from Cebu some I might have missed to mention, and I had a goodtime at a Gentlemans Club, I think it was close to the Teterboro Airport. We were done well past midnight, inebriated and starving. By sheer luck, a diner adjacent to the club was still open. There was not that much choice, but enough to fill our tummy. That was when disaster struck! We all had diarrhea. We went in a hurry straight to Dodo Yambas place in Bergenfield or was it Dumont? Their two toilets were immediately occupied. I was lucky to get the one downstairs first. The rest were going upstairs and downstairs to check availability. I must have been in there a good half an hour when they began knocking hard at the door. I heard someone asked, who is in there? It is Alex, was the answer. That was when Promy said, my God he is not done for like hours. That was the fun part, my friends who were on the verge of what would be the greatest embarrassment of their life, were waiting for me to have that prevented to happen. It must have been agonizing. But hey, having fun is part of being friends.