That Saturday Night.

This is an attempt to jeopardize my career. But nobody knows it until someone has an inkling of what I’m talking about. haha.

Tonight was a celebrated party @ Vudu sponsored by FTV, Bigfoot and Bigwhatevers. My gay friend O dolled me up in this tiered white dress with a huge belt that has an oversized buckle strapped on my upper waist. Gold pumps flattered the gold buckle and my gold slouch bag. He left an hour ago and wasn’t able to see me put on makeup and my silver earrings. I couldn’t find the straightening iron when I so wanted to iron my hair. Teasing it and putting on an anti-frizz serum would have to do. I don’t know if it screams sexy or unkempt. O? He’d be so proud.

Anton was supposed to be right outside my house at 11pm and its 10 minutes past that and I’m beginning to wonder if he’s getting even the last time I stood him up when my phone rang. He’s running late because he doesn’t know where he placed our tickets. I was floored. “What do you mean you don’t remember?” I asked him. He had been looking all over the place. His room and the entire condo had been in total disarray just because of those damned tickets. Those tickets are our tickets to the party and I wouldn’t’ let him ruin the night by forgetting a measly thing such as where he last placed them.

And he still didn’t find any sign of those tickets. I’m like, Go ask for more from your friends and come here. We’re late. As if there is any appropriate time to party. But he did. He picked me up first, then, his girlfriend Apple and we have to stop by at Bo’s Ayala to go get our tickets. Continue reading »