My father, his brothers, and male cousins were all teenagers in the early 1950s…
Boys will be boys, and teenagers have rampaging hormones.
At that time, there was a famous brothel / whorehouse in Las Pinas where men “got their fix”…
So the boys went on their night out…
Some of the boys, including my father, got cold feet and decided to “chicken out.”
My father had the stupid idea of visiting a distant relative who lived in the area. He thought it would be nice to have a late night “merienda” there.
After the boys had left, She immediately called my grandmother. My Lola Charing flew into a rage!!!
My widowed and pious grandmother took out a leather whip and repeatedly struck the Entirety of Hell out of her teenage boys, quite like an “exorcism,” making the sign of the cross every few seconds and invoking the Entire Heavenly Host along the way!!!
“Sagrado Corazon de Jesus! Corazon de Maria! San Miguel Arcangel! San Rafael Arcangel! Santa Maria Magdalena! Santa Filomena! San Agustin! Santo Domingo! San Francisco de Asis! San Antonio de Padua! San Vicente Ferrer!…!!!” *lolsz*
As expected, Macarito the fat little boy laughed and laughed while his elder brothers were being whipped by their mother. He was left to watch his cartoons on TV and munch on a vat of American popcorn while his brothers went on their adolescent adventure.
The boys were just ahead of their time. They would have enjoyed all the “night spots” all over the metropolis now… 😛