here's the bad story behind the equation...
as the pic suggests, my usual "party glow" seems amiss. and why not?! we had to stand and wait (in pretty party outfits, no less) for an eternity to get a table. yes, only to get a table because the chairs came several decades after. and then, as if that wasnt bad enough, the rain came a fallin before the beer begun a pourin!
before the blasted rain completely drown us, we ditched the nook we struggled so hard to obtain to stand once more in jickong's overcrowded bar. and an aweful bar it was! not a single attractive male could be found there. oh well, its better than getting wet. so, a couple of varecose veins after, the waiter managed to get us another table. this time, we no longer have to worry about getting wet because it came with an umbrella. i feel an ounce of hope.... But just when we was about to have fun, the last call for beer was announced. In Davao City, that means we dont care if you want more, be off!
arghh... my distress was filling- up to the brim! i had to get home (and rush) before i start breaking them red horse bottles on drunk peoples heads. what can i say? i become terribly envious when other people get drunk and im not.
oh sweet, dear nina! and it was your birthday! we shall recoup...and party with a vengeance!
