Angeles City: Best Club Party, UG, 10-25-2009
by greengrasser@yahoo.com

As an infrequent visitor to Angeles City, the best party at an AC club that I witnessed was in the early 1980s when the US Air Force had the Clark air base. The club was on MacArthur Highway, a few hundred feet away from the former Main Gate (also called CheckPoint) in the direction of Dau.

Every night, a couple of Filipinas would pull a young airman (US Air Force enlisted man) from the audience and strip him naked on the center stage, which was surrounded by folding chairs where the audience sat. One of the girls would bj the guy until he was hard, and then the other girl would mount him. After a few minutes, both girls would quickly exit the stage.

The guy was left on stage, naked and with a hard-on, and embarrassed while we audience laughed at, cheered, and applauded him. It was fun to see a young guy in shock at being stripped, bj/mounted, and left literally with his dick in hand. I think he probably just arrived for the first time in the Philippines and was set up by his buddies.

But the US military vacated its bases in PI in the early 1990s, shortly after the eruption of Mount Pinatubo. Afterwards, entertainment in AC clubs seemed fairly tame. There have been occasional, perhaps accidental, flashes of bare breasts. There also have been once-in-awhile reports of a guy getting a bj while sitting with other customers in a club. Some clubs serve free finger food once or twice a week, a plate of food on special occasion like the club's opening or birthday, and/or a bowl of popcorn. Then there have been guys who get on stage to dance among the girls, which is entertaining for a minute but is aggravating after five minutes and boring when their moves look un-athletic; these guys on stage are probably homosexuals trying to get other customers to envy their body and moves..

Since the opening of Club Atlantis a few years ago, this club and others owned by the same group (Crystal Palace, Dollhouse, and Tropix) have been employing party-like activities on a regular basis. They include: throwing small stacks of bills (representing 20 pesos) from a balcony to the dancers, firing one-foot and two-foot long tubes of confetti sometimes with money bills into the air like confetti, and body painting naked breasts and chest of girls with interesting designs.

Admittedly, I am an infrequent visitor to AC, maybe 20 times over 20+ years. So, there could easily have been many great AC parties, which I did not witnessed. Nevertheless, I would like to describe the best party in AC that I witnessed since the closure of the Clark Air Base.

Sunday, October 25, 2009, 6:30 pm, I entered Niagra Hotel's restaurant area to check out its Sunday buffet priced at 300 pesos. Niagra Hotel is on Santos Street, across from the Wild Orchid hotel. About ten guys with their Filipina girl friends were seated and having drinks. The start time for the buffet was 5:30 pm and I was too late. Everyone had finished eating and, of the six large coverred trays of food, only two had anything in them, a few meatballs and a few spoonfuls of a stew. Figuring that the trays would not be refilled, I exited.

Walking along Santos Street, heading towards Fields Avenue, I noticed a new modern-looking club on my left. A plaque mounted in front of the building said, UG Underground. It looked like a new club, rather than like the bj bars, such as Gobble and Black Pearl. There were no girls standing in front of UG, yelling at passer-bys to come and sticking their tongue out like a fishing lure. Instead there was a non-filipino guy cooking on a grill in front of UG. But, there was no sign nor banner announcing any kind of party.

Since UG was a new club, at least to me, I walked in to see what it was all about.

Inside about 20 girls were on a foot-high stage which was on the left side of a small room. Four short tables and chairs lined the front of the stage. Four guys were sitting and drinking. To the right was a second line of tables with cushioned bench seating against the right wall. Three more guys were seated. To the immediate left of the entrance were more tables and cushioned bench seating against the front wall. The bar and cashier were at the rear of the room.

I entered and sat on one of the bench seating on my left. At the far end of the bench seating, a guy was sleeping or passed out. I asked the price of a beer. 60 pesos. I ordered one beer. A minute later, a waitress plunked down in front of me on the table a bottle of San Miguel and a second waitress plunked down a paper plate holding two sticks of shiskabobs (all meat covered in tomato-base bbq sauce), and a nice helping of sliced grilled potatos with chopped onion. It was substantially more than mere finger food. It was a nice way of being greeted in the club.

As I ate and drank, the girls began to scream. One of the four guys was laying on his back on the stage and one of the girls was squatting down over his head. I looked closer. The guy had a money bill in his mouth. The squatting girl was trying to grasp the money bill without the use of her hands. Yes, use your imagination. The only thing similar to this I have seen was in a Mexican border town across from Arizona, where a few US military guys in civilian clothes would lay on their back on stage and use their tongue on a Mexican girl squatting over their face. What the guy with money bill in his mouth did with his lips and tongue to the squatting girl, I could not see. Of course, this money give-away was repeated several times.

A tall guy offered the girls a San Miguel Light if there was upper exposure. Girls were hesitant at first and after a few minutes, the majority showed their upper charms. Bottles of the light beer were distributed to the girls. Then the four guys at the front table began to throw money bills at the girls on stage. The girls were screaming with delight and a half dozen waitresses joined in to grab money. This was mixed with tossing small buckets of ping pong balls at the girls. More screaming and scrambling by the girls. Next were two-foot long tubes that popped confetti and ping pong balls. One guy opened one end of a tube and stuffed money bills in it, before popping his tube at the girls. This throwing, tossing, and popping went on continuously for over 15 minutes.

These four guys must have been rich, by the way they threw away so many money bills.

One of the guys at the back table joined in throwing, tossing, and popping. He even went on stage for a minute to jump around with the girls. I overheard him tell the tall guy (he was a club manager) that he did not join in the fun earlier, because he was eating three plates of the free food.

I spoke to the manager, in spite of the loud music and loud screaming. He said that the club was the only club on Santos Street and it was not a bj place. The club had been opened three months. Bar fine was 1,200 pesos. Free food was served every Sunday evening for a couple of hours.

Suddenly the girls on stage jumped around in frenzy. One of the four guys was stripped to his brief, displaying his white bear-like body covered in red hair and dancing among the girls. Some of the girls were trying to rub their bodies against him. Other girls seemed scared by the huge size by this bear of a man and pulled away from him. After a minute, he burst out of the pack of girls enclosing his body to jump on the vertical pole at one corner of the stage. He twirled on the pole and in spite of holding his legs and knees up high, he knocked off all the bottles, bucket of ping pong balls, and whatever else were on a nearby table. Everybody, including yours truly, was laughing their heads off. I had not had a belly laugh in a long time. It was the combination of his sudden action and his comical hairy body that made the act so memorable. As quickly as he had appeared on the stage, he disappeared off the stage. A true showman, get on and get off fast, like a streaker!

I drank three beers, so I guess I spent an hour in UG. When I exited, the party and pandemonium continued. I said goodbye to the manager and asked if I could report what happened on the monger membership boards. He said yes, but I wondered if he was able to hear everything I said.

So, I exited UG in a happy mood. I had just witnessed the best party in AC since the closure of the Clark Air Force Base. Guess where I will be next Sunday evening?

Keep on mowing.
GreenG

The club's url is: www.acunderground.ph

Is there are subtle tone of sarcasm I am detecting or has GG gone of his rocker?

No sarcasm.

The UG scene was W I L D.