Every Saturday night, my friends and I go to this reggae bar near our place in Better Living, Parañaque. We always hang out there because of the convenience of the location, and because my friend’s brother has a band that plays there on Saturdays. We basically own the bar on Saturdays because there are ten of us, and we know the manager, most of the waiters, and most of the people in the bar.
Last Saturday was just another night for our gang to enjoy the food and music, when suddenly, three men entered the bar looking ridiculously out of place. I especially burst out laughing, but thanks to the loud music, no one beyond our table heard me laugh. It was both refreshing and revolting to see men dress like that. It was a clash between leather wearing of the 70s and the ultra colorful fashion of the 80s. Leather pants with colorful beaded necklaces, chokers with big cross pendants, eyeliners, a crimson cowboy hat. It was total eyesore.
We thought they were acting out some characters or having a bet on who could look the most ridiculous for the longest period of time. Later we saw them hitting on a few women who were sitting at the bar, and shockingly, they were able to get their dates for the night. That was when we realized that they were serious about their outfits. I was absolutely scandalized after that night. I never thought someone would actually go with a guy who looked like he took rock n’ roll and new wave to be the same thing.
That was the first night I was introduced about the art of peacocking, but I still wasn’t aware then about it. It was only after a few weeks when I was the one who got hit on that I got intrigued enough to find out more about it But that’s another story.