People gallivanting, traipsing, sashaying, lumbering, meandering along Lacson street last night. All walks of life, different ways of walking.
For two nights a good stretch of Lacson Street, one of the city’s two main thoroughfares is closed to vehicular traffic for the Electric MassKara Parade and for the chance to walk, prance, or dance with a beer in hand.
I went there for two nights to be with friends. To see and be seen. To cradle a slowly consumed and warming bottle of beer. To watch the human drama, comedy and tragedy unfold right in front of me.