girlfriends tripping

The weekend spelled F-U-N and N-Y followed until Monday evening.

Shiela, Dotty, Kit, Mitz and I were at Starbucks before we headed out to Marco Polo Hotel  until we all realized the no show of the bar was a major casualty that’s why we dashed to Grand Convention Center to, of course, dish out the menu for the day – men. Haha. That’s the thing about an all girl-nighter. You harvat. You ukay. You dispose. Wink. Wink.

Our ever doting mama Kit was at the bar scouting and a hunky American who is Vin Diesel’s twin separated at birth cornered us asking for pictures. “I’m on vacation!” he said. We happily obliged.

A few shots of Jaggermeister left the divas disoriented – excuses, excuses. We stalked Cebu like a vengeance and drove around where habitues flocked their favorite spots: The Loft, Kasadja, Outpost, and Crossroads and ack, small world! Ernie Rolida at Vudu teehee. Nice seeing you, you hunk of a man. See, Cagayan and Cebu – all a-merging. Martin Pulgar was at Vudu and seeing him back in Cagayan de Oro didn’t cut out for a loong stay for the entourage so we left. I saw D’s friend Chris and Kit nudged me not to go autistic or she’ll wring my neck. Chris said my beau looked great who also told me that it’s been a while since we last talked. Oohh.. heart strings tugged in all directions and Kit nudged me more.

But no it wasn’t D who was at my place that night, it was some basketball player-me-rolling-eyes again who persisted on going. Juvenile people are becoming a bore. They are the most incoherent people in the world.

5am took us to Kit’s place – the ever depressing, stressful – yeah, yeah sorry Kit hahah – flight of stairs! I swear, those stairs are horrible! They absolutely do no justice to your stilettos. Bad. Going down in heels is bad, going up is worse. If I frequent that place, an oxygen should be stuck at the top of the stairs for my convenience. Oh, can’t imagine the pregnant Kitzee going up for 6 months more. *Shudder*

Mitz and I left Kit’s at 9am, Sunday…. aand saw the girls again at Starbucks at 9pm. After getting the stickers stamped on the red card which become already a recurrent activity even in our sleep we mumble, “Race to 21“, we were hanging out at Mitz’s classmate Aljun’s house who has the most adorable puppy ever. They call him Hero but his real name is Sprongklong Andrei. Aw.. how could anything that cute have a really bizarre name?  

 Me, Rj and Mitzee

 We left the house at 5am and stayed at Mitz’s until 4pm – still wide-awake – where we went online and had food delivered and slept in between laughing and wireless connection temporary shutdown. Dinner was at Dessert Factory and yes, embarrassingly, we still had on our clothes from yesterday except Mitz who had all the luxury in the world to shower and change.

I also saw medrep guy. He called and asked where I was. He called and said why my phone was dead for the entire day. I told him the last time it was charged was yesterday and I haven’t been home since. He said why I haven’t been going home and whose bed did I end up sleeping on. I didn’t say anything because I was freaking out at this behavior. He kissed me and I started to relax even if warning bells were still ringing at the back of my head. He took me home at 11pm and kissed me one last time before driving off.

Ironically last weekend was refreshing. It is different to just be with girls who hoard thoughts with forever bashing of men yet the expected cant-live-without-them rebuttal and the comforting yes-we-are-fabulous chants and the realization that maybe there really just isn’t the right time for a person to claim herself settled, mature and ready but it is just a matter of feeling, of understanding the weight of those words and of applying them to one’s advantage.

That’s the thing about an all girl-nighter. You harvat. You ukay. You dispose. And then you lived to laugh about the whole thing. Cheers to girlfriends who don’t erase your number of the phonebook just because you’bve been a loser   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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