Last days of discoIt was the last night of Dreambar 6750 and I was there.For someone whose spiritual place in godawful Metro Manila is (to this day) 70s Bistro, Dreambar seemed like an abomination. But I have to make a confession - I loved every minute of it. But I wouldn't exactly relish a repeat.No, it's one of those things to be experienced once and only once. To relive the moment would destroy the memory of a once-hedonistic night.From one memory to the contemplation of obliterating memories. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (yes, I won't stop talking about this film for weeks) is a spot of sunshine on my lackluster imagination, something which methinks has invaded even this blog.(Excuse me while I post this, lest I accidentally press another button that would erase all these.)