good morning, manila!!!
our company christmas party sucked, if you ask me. first of all, there was no alcohol. secondly, they held a gay pageant (fine, but isn't this overused?). thirdly (is there such a word as 'thirdly'?), the venue was hardly conducive to partying. lastly, it just plain sucked. i didn't even bother claiming any of the free food and drinks. the only thing that made the party worth it was the presence of ryan gomez, one of the expats and the most beautiful man this side of ayala. i spent a grand one hour there and went to GB3 to pick up joel.
we dropped off our bags in my office locker, stole two ornaments from the huge christmas tree at the drop-off (pretty, pretty glass thigns!), waited for esay, then off we went to Halo...
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what an event.
it was hella crazy, with the "good fuckin music!", stilt walkers and zany people there. extremely tiring, with all the dancing and bouncing-off-the-walls we did. pretty annoying, with some things i'd rather have not seen. everything but boring, really.
funny. i got extremely tipsy, but i never crossed the line to drunkenness last night. not even an urge to befriend a toilet bowl or christen a toilet sink. and that left me in a floating sensation the whole time. it was horribly awkward. there i was, sulking one minute and dancing like crazy the next. mood swings galore.. carrying on up to now.
the music made everything worth it.
i felt like i did cardio the whole night and i have aching muscles all over to remind me. at around 6 am, we drank the last few bottles of beer outside, endlessly complaining of our lack of yosi. a friend came up to pepe smith and bummed 3 sticks. i asked a couple of waiters and the guard. none of them smoked. joel found one on the floor that looks as if only a couple of puffs were taken from it.. and yeah, we lit it up and passed it around. beggars can't be prissy.
i had to pass by the office again to get our stuff. i was accompanied by joel, the painter and one of the the dj's. twas pretty amusing, actually. three guys skinnier and taller than i am, all fashionable in their own way, all sporting funky hairdos. san ka pa?
i crashed in malate again. slept til noon. stayed til 1. went to SM manila to look for my new sim (i had a globeline delivered to the office last night and though they gave me the handset, they forgot the sim, of all things!). wasn't there. went back to the office yet again to make sure i didn't leave it in my locker. no such luck. finally went home. the person who gave me the phone called me and said he's delivering it tonight. alrighty then.
hungry(no food for almost one day!), thirsty, worn-out, slightly pissed. that's me now.
lesson for the weeked: the best-laid plans are bound to screw up. the best gimiks are never planned.
it was fun, though. in a very pointless way.
* * *
i have to distance myself from the painter. there's something unhealthy about all this.
but i'm posing for him, anyway (after asking me more than a few times, i said yes before i left his place). charcoal on an immaculate-white canvas.
soon.
we dropped off our bags in my office locker, stole two ornaments from the huge christmas tree at the drop-off (pretty, pretty glass thigns!), waited for esay, then off we went to Halo...
* * *
what an event.
it was hella crazy, with the "good fuckin music!", stilt walkers and zany people there. extremely tiring, with all the dancing and bouncing-off-the-walls we did. pretty annoying, with some things i'd rather have not seen. everything but boring, really.
funny. i got extremely tipsy, but i never crossed the line to drunkenness last night. not even an urge to befriend a toilet bowl or christen a toilet sink. and that left me in a floating sensation the whole time. it was horribly awkward. there i was, sulking one minute and dancing like crazy the next. mood swings galore.. carrying on up to now.
the music made everything worth it.
i felt like i did cardio the whole night and i have aching muscles all over to remind me. at around 6 am, we drank the last few bottles of beer outside, endlessly complaining of our lack of yosi. a friend came up to pepe smith and bummed 3 sticks. i asked a couple of waiters and the guard. none of them smoked. joel found one on the floor that looks as if only a couple of puffs were taken from it.. and yeah, we lit it up and passed it around. beggars can't be prissy.
i had to pass by the office again to get our stuff. i was accompanied by joel, the painter and one of the the dj's. twas pretty amusing, actually. three guys skinnier and taller than i am, all fashionable in their own way, all sporting funky hairdos. san ka pa?
i crashed in malate again. slept til noon. stayed til 1. went to SM manila to look for my new sim (i had a globeline delivered to the office last night and though they gave me the handset, they forgot the sim, of all things!). wasn't there. went back to the office yet again to make sure i didn't leave it in my locker. no such luck. finally went home. the person who gave me the phone called me and said he's delivering it tonight. alrighty then.
hungry(no food for almost one day!), thirsty, worn-out, slightly pissed. that's me now.
lesson for the weeked: the best-laid plans are bound to screw up. the best gimiks are never planned.
it was fun, though. in a very pointless way.
* * *
i have to distance myself from the painter. there's something unhealthy about all this.
but i'm posing for him, anyway (after asking me more than a few times, i said yes before i left his place). charcoal on an immaculate-white canvas.
soon.