That Irish pub
Fun-TASTIC!
Being that today was the last day of one of our ACDs, we decided to go have one last round of drinks and send off our friend to Vietnam for a much needed vacation. I guess working for an advertising agency like ours finally took it toll she had finally stood up, sent her resignation letter and a month later, have one last drink with us as co-workers.
Anyway, the night started out pretty slow. We were at Murphy's--this small and quiet Irish pub in the Makati CBD. After two orders of my favorite lager beer, my husband, Manny was very much itching to go. Egging him to stay longer-at least a round of beer- to discuss food, my unfortunate trip to China and girly bars my other friends have been to, he unwillingly gave in and settled for a glass of coke. As fate would have it, one of Manny's closest friends arrives and convinces him to stay on for a bit. As I was about ready to finish my cerveza negra, a waitress (or barmaid, i guess) comes up telling us that the table behind us has offered a round of drinks (our choice) to which, we gratefully accepted. Turns out, the owner of Murphy's had taken an interest in one of the girls in our group, Marishka (who incidentally, is also my boss). Thanks to her, we got an extra round of drinks and some extra company. I forgot his name, but he was a nice Indian fellow who works in AIM, one of the most respected post-graduate educational institutions in the country. Anyway, after a while, Indian owner of Irish pub decides to put all his efforts into Cheech (the one leaving the agency)--first, into setting her up with his 40-yr old German friend in Ho Chi Minh, then into his 37 yr old Filipino friend and then finally himself. He muses, that he has diverted his attention from the Russian, Marishka, to the either Thai or Vietnamese Cheech. In reality, they were really just your ordinary Filipino with strange names-Marishka because her parents were hippies and Cheech, because well... let's not get into that. Summer of '69 starts playing and Indian owner of Irish pub pulls Cheech in to dance while we all sing with Brian Adams like we were alive in '69.
By this time, I was downing my fourth beer and another free round comes in. Feeling ourselves slowly getting wasted with another long day ahead of us, our group was becoming smaller and smaller by the minute. So, to avoid, hurting the feeling of our bar hosts, the rest of us decided to quickly finish the last round of beers, thank him for the wonderful evening and call it, well... tonight.
This evening made me want to write about it and start a livejournal where I can talk about inane things that's been happened to me or the people around me. And now that my head is buzzing and I'm forgetting the point of this story, I'm gonna go. It was just such a trip that thing like this happened.
Manny tells me I look Indian. I don't think so, I always felt that I looked liked a true small-nosed, round-eyed, brown-skinned Filipina. Maybe one day I'll post my photo so that someone else could tell me if I do (look like an indian--not that I have anything against Indians. I'm just curious to know if I look anything like my nationality.)
Being that today was the last day of one of our ACDs, we decided to go have one last round of drinks and send off our friend to Vietnam for a much needed vacation. I guess working for an advertising agency like ours finally took it toll she had finally stood up, sent her resignation letter and a month later, have one last drink with us as co-workers.
Anyway, the night started out pretty slow. We were at Murphy's--this small and quiet Irish pub in the Makati CBD. After two orders of my favorite lager beer, my husband, Manny was very much itching to go. Egging him to stay longer-at least a round of beer- to discuss food, my unfortunate trip to China and girly bars my other friends have been to, he unwillingly gave in and settled for a glass of coke. As fate would have it, one of Manny's closest friends arrives and convinces him to stay on for a bit. As I was about ready to finish my cerveza negra, a waitress (or barmaid, i guess) comes up telling us that the table behind us has offered a round of drinks (our choice) to which, we gratefully accepted. Turns out, the owner of Murphy's had taken an interest in one of the girls in our group, Marishka (who incidentally, is also my boss). Thanks to her, we got an extra round of drinks and some extra company. I forgot his name, but he was a nice Indian fellow who works in AIM, one of the most respected post-graduate educational institutions in the country. Anyway, after a while, Indian owner of Irish pub decides to put all his efforts into Cheech (the one leaving the agency)--first, into setting her up with his 40-yr old German friend in Ho Chi Minh, then into his 37 yr old Filipino friend and then finally himself. He muses, that he has diverted his attention from the Russian, Marishka, to the either Thai or Vietnamese Cheech. In reality, they were really just your ordinary Filipino with strange names-Marishka because her parents were hippies and Cheech, because well... let's not get into that. Summer of '69 starts playing and Indian owner of Irish pub pulls Cheech in to dance while we all sing with Brian Adams like we were alive in '69.
By this time, I was downing my fourth beer and another free round comes in. Feeling ourselves slowly getting wasted with another long day ahead of us, our group was becoming smaller and smaller by the minute. So, to avoid, hurting the feeling of our bar hosts, the rest of us decided to quickly finish the last round of beers, thank him for the wonderful evening and call it, well... tonight.
This evening made me want to write about it and start a livejournal where I can talk about inane things that's been happened to me or the people around me. And now that my head is buzzing and I'm forgetting the point of this story, I'm gonna go. It was just such a trip that thing like this happened.
Manny tells me I look Indian. I don't think so, I always felt that I looked liked a true small-nosed, round-eyed, brown-skinned Filipina. Maybe one day I'll post my photo so that someone else could tell me if I do (look like an indian--not that I have anything against Indians. I'm just curious to know if I look anything like my nationality.)