today is...
my ate's birthday. we just came home from a stupendous meal at a nice
korean restaurant where all the waitresses wore the national
costume and there was a bar area with a white lady as bartender. we had
the best pa jun i have ever tasted. i'm happy i got to spend her
birthday with her. and i am really, really full.
on to other news...
our night out to the golden dragon proved to be quite eventful, but in ways we did not expect. first off, getting there was adventurous enough as it was raining pretty hard and we took my sister's new car, a scion, which is very small (but surprisingly roomy inside). we had a couple of highways to go through to get there so sitting in the tiny car, on a rainy night, between speeding giant ford trucks was quite an adventure in itself.
when we got there, the band had already started and the psycho boyfriend of ana, florence's friend who sings with the band as well, came over to join us. just a bit of background here... ana is manic depressive and lives with her highly, highly oppressive mother. about 2 weeks before i got here, she had a bad breakup with her then boyfriend and then hooked up with her current boyfriend right after. psycho joe, (how i shall refer to said boyfriend from now on) is this huge body builder german-russian guy who grew up in texas. he trains army guys and fbi guys and constantly talks about it. he is also trying to get into the ufc. (there's something i'd pay to see) anyhoo, psycho joe is full of of steaming hot air and nobody seems to like him much. especially ana's mom who calls the police on them if he brings her home later than 12. ana is 24.
thankfully, ana's mom didn't call the police that night as she threatened to do earlier in the week. (though she didn't need to.. the place has a cop that hangs around there every night to make sure the minors behave themselves) all was going well and good. my sister got up and sang before proceeding to getting drunker and drunker as florence kept bringing on the tequila. then, this guy, i'm going to call him ryan, because he looks like ryan cayabyab, gets up and starts to sing. to me. [ryan took me out for dinner and dancing earlier in the week... was a fun time, he's a nice guy but...there is a bit.] so there he goes, singing "bakit ngayon ka lang" (seems that it's a very popular song around here), steps down from the stage and makes his way towards me. damn those wireless mics. while my sister was laughing her head off, i concentrated very hard on smoking my cigarette. shiyet. you'd think he'd get the hint right?
the show ended around 2 am, after the bumping and grinding to the hiphop courtesy of the the big, black dj who is also a cop. we tried to make it to the krispy kreme for an early breakfast but it was closed. so we drove around 'til we found a denny's, where we spent the rest of the time recounting the night's events (and sobering up for my ate and florence). we finally made it home around 6am, just as the sun was starting to rise.
ryan has been texting and messaging me eversince. asking me out for the weekend. i'm officially creeped out.
the ragin' cajun comes back from mississippi on wednesday. i hope he calls.
:P
on to other news...
our night out to the golden dragon proved to be quite eventful, but in ways we did not expect. first off, getting there was adventurous enough as it was raining pretty hard and we took my sister's new car, a scion, which is very small (but surprisingly roomy inside). we had a couple of highways to go through to get there so sitting in the tiny car, on a rainy night, between speeding giant ford trucks was quite an adventure in itself.
when we got there, the band had already started and the psycho boyfriend of ana, florence's friend who sings with the band as well, came over to join us. just a bit of background here... ana is manic depressive and lives with her highly, highly oppressive mother. about 2 weeks before i got here, she had a bad breakup with her then boyfriend and then hooked up with her current boyfriend right after. psycho joe, (how i shall refer to said boyfriend from now on) is this huge body builder german-russian guy who grew up in texas. he trains army guys and fbi guys and constantly talks about it. he is also trying to get into the ufc. (there's something i'd pay to see) anyhoo, psycho joe is full of of steaming hot air and nobody seems to like him much. especially ana's mom who calls the police on them if he brings her home later than 12. ana is 24.
thankfully, ana's mom didn't call the police that night as she threatened to do earlier in the week. (though she didn't need to.. the place has a cop that hangs around there every night to make sure the minors behave themselves) all was going well and good. my sister got up and sang before proceeding to getting drunker and drunker as florence kept bringing on the tequila. then, this guy, i'm going to call him ryan, because he looks like ryan cayabyab, gets up and starts to sing. to me. [ryan took me out for dinner and dancing earlier in the week... was a fun time, he's a nice guy but...there is a bit.] so there he goes, singing "bakit ngayon ka lang" (seems that it's a very popular song around here), steps down from the stage and makes his way towards me. damn those wireless mics. while my sister was laughing her head off, i concentrated very hard on smoking my cigarette. shiyet. you'd think he'd get the hint right?
the show ended around 2 am, after the bumping and grinding to the hiphop courtesy of the the big, black dj who is also a cop. we tried to make it to the krispy kreme for an early breakfast but it was closed. so we drove around 'til we found a denny's, where we spent the rest of the time recounting the night's events (and sobering up for my ate and florence). we finally made it home around 6am, just as the sun was starting to rise.
ryan has been texting and messaging me eversince. asking me out for the weekend. i'm officially creeped out.
the ragin' cajun comes back from mississippi on wednesday. i hope he calls.
:P