The seafood dinner was a blast with everybody helping out with cooking and preparing while the rest of us were just staying inside Bill’s room with his super high tech PC downloading songs and watching Markee (it is a show when he is on a roll) rant about people commenting on his blogsite. He was bitching about the world turning pink in his blog. And people suddenly gave so much brouhahah over it that it plainly was becoming obvious who were affected. Hahhaa… if you are PINK (or purple), and are having a hard time trying to conceal it, don’t expect people to not notice because they are becoming sooo damn sensitive it’s like everyone is growing antennas and their gay-dars are becoming developed so fast you can hardly say FAG in one breath.
I left the place early because it was after all a Friday night. I am 23 and female and single and I have to start my night. So that means being at my beau’s house @ 2am still counts.
His parents were still up and how on Earth they can manage to stay up that late is beyond me. We had some privacy outside and were in a liplocking session until his brother came home from ForMo – which happened to be their anniversary this week. Diageo drinks up for buy one take ones. His brother brought with him his goons in the kitchen and they all whipped up this amazing dish of pork with its fats dried out and its soo reminiscent of my lola’s adobo sans the sauce. I wanted to stay but i was so drained from tonight’s activity that even if I’d hate to go I really asked for a cab home at 6am.
Yes, yes 6 am proved to be a lovely time for going home cause I slept like a baby until 2pm because O called to go meet him at East, West where we had pasta for lunch plus O’s depression – combo meal number 2. I swear he has been depressing (verb) lately and its starting to worry me. So I told him what could lift us up is a chocolate high at Postrio and go shopping at Chains in BTC. We’d instantly left boring old Ayala and went to the center and indulged in 3 kinds of cake: the Chocolate Mousse, the ChocoChip supreme and plain Chocolate Extreme. Suhweet. We can’t stay long though because we have to go meet the girls for dinner.
If we had known we were just going to end up in BTC for dinner we wouldn’t have left the place at all. At least we got to change outfits and freshen up. O dolled me up in my new chartreuse top that I got from Rustan’s and my brown suede skirt from Guess?. He said my new Ferragamo shoes (its reminiscent of the other pair.. sniff) are totally abused but what the hell it goes with the total show anyway. The girls were also looking a-pretty ooh my we are totally fine!
Because Numero Doce was still reigning with the blahs at 10pm, we went to this bar that I dare not mention because it embarrasses the hell out of me. I cannot let anyone know that I’m back there again haha they’d think I was after the hot singer again. It was also surprising when O texted saying that we had to go back to Numero Doce because he logged out and went on half-day only for work! The girls squealed because our favorite gay Lola was going to party shmarty! The place was packed when we got there. Still people in pink, pink, pink but there were hot guys in red, red, red. What’s blue, blue, blue were our ice cold kamikaze’s in this really cute pitcher made by a cute Asrel (name provided by Miss Queenie) who we happened to take pictures when he was blending the drink. The birds were bringing huge fans in all colors and I understood why when i started to realize how hot the place was when the vodka of the kamikaze sank in and the place started to get too close for comfort.
Since there was an airconditioned bar on the far left of the square, we girls flocked and raided the dance floor. I saw a DJ I know from Pump and went to go say hi when a guy sitting next to the Dj booth ran his palm on my thigh and felt me up! Tipsy and quite high with the music, I ran up to O and shrieked, “Somebody felt me up.” the Lola just went, “Good for you!” Crazy! I knew it was no longer funny when the guy came up to us and began grinding his hips. Like eeew. I said, “Go away. If you don’t leave , I’m gonna call on those big burly guys with BOUNCERs on their chest to go after you.” It took a while for him to understand what I was saying because I always cut him off. What a loser. He left after I threatened to bring him to the big guys. Ugh, my hairs were standing on end. So ghetto.
Why couldn’t we just have left the place earlier noh? It’s a good thing trusty old Gooda Good, my fave grill house who houses Korean and Iranian guests (*wink*) until 6am was still open for hot Sinigang and grilled chicken. Happy, sated and full. No men to take home though, too bad. My beau’s friends would have loved my friends. Hahah. Ooh, i missed having my lips getting sore.