POSTED AT 05:19 AM
In other words, Girlie's birthday (May 5, 2005. 5-5-05. Ehe.)
Another long post.
When: May 4 - 5, 2005
Where: Prince Plaza, Ayala
Guestlist: Nicole, Buen, Frederick, Paolo, Gian, Renz and yours truly
Day 1:
Girlie first dropped by my place since we thought it was still too early to go to the Health Service for her medical and my vaccination. Had a bit of breakfast before leaving. Quick stop at Aling Ising's before heading onwards to our destination. The vaccination wasn't as painful as i thought, but I had a hard time raising my arms and lugging my stuff around. With the medical over and done with, Nicole, Gian, Girlie and I got a cab (with much difficulty, since those effing cab drivers are damn picky), but we got to Tita Grace’s (Girlie’s mom) office safely, thank goodness. Frederick and Buen were to follow us, since Frederick’s medical wasn’t due until the afternoon.
Gave Girlie my present for her, which was a VCD of Lion King and Lion King 3: Hakuna Matata. She’s a big Simba fan, you see. And because her childhood lacked Disney movies, Frederick gave her a VCD copy of Beauty and the Beast, along with a Summit Media book. But Nicole, kudos! Galing mo pre! She gave Girlie something she knew our cynical friend would hate. A fuzzy pink stuffed butterfly. The look on Girlie’s face when she laid eyes on it was priceless.
Got settled in at the condo units in the Prince Plaza. There were three rooms at our disposal. The one on the 9th floor was for 2 people. Very cozy indeed, though the lighting could use a little work. This one was mine and Frederick’s.
The one on the 17th floor, good for 3 people, which became a sort-of dressing room for the girls. Buen, Nicole and Girlie shared this one. Last one was on the 23rd floor; our surrogate dining hall and common room which Gian and Paolo occupied.
After getting our stuff settled, went to Glorietta to meet up with Frederick and Buen for lunch. Paolo…is…well..Paolo. Late as usual.
Lunch at Oliver’s Sandwiches. Pretty much uneventful, but I DID learn a new slang word from Gian while we were people-watching. The term hipon or shrimp is used to describe someone who has a smokin’ bod but is butt ugly. ^___^; Benchers are evil people. Buen and I got a cake for Girlie while the others went grocery shopping. Upon getting back at the condo, the preparations for the night began. The three girls primped like there was no tomorrow. Managed to make ourselves look decent, though we DID need Frederick’s help with the eyeliner. Harhar.
Strolled down to Greenbelt (or Glorietta? Couldn’t tell which. ^__^;) for our dinner. At, get ready for this…Hard Rock Café. Yeahboy, I’m a total geek. Heard so much about the place but it was the first time I actually got inside. And boy oh boy, was it Girlie’s night. Live band Area 1were hardcore Beatles fans, and their entire songlist for the night was composed of their idols’ work. Food was great, but damn..I just couldn’t finish my serving. Didn’t even leave room for dessert. Only when it was around thirty minutes before we left Hard Rock when Paolo arrived. Can you say, late-comer?
Went to get pads (yeah, Nic and I both got our periods that day…hassle!), cards and booz. Even saw this elitist-looking girl shoplifting. Just goes to show that appearances can be deceiving.
Back to the room we go, and let the drinking game begin!
On the menu: Watermelon Vodka Cruiser, Gilbey’s Gin Lemonade and…Emperador Brandy.
I’ve tried Vodka C before, and I thought it was all right. Gin lemonade, I tried it for the first time. Pwede na ren. But I wouldn’t go near the brandy. Yeesh. In the Benchers’ words, it was krudo. Gian’s eyes teared up after one shot of the stuff. Paolo had a coughing fit. But I got new respect for Buen. That night proved his inner-tomador. He downed every brandy shot without so much as a blink.
Alcohol can do stuff to you. Harhar. Gian kept getting into a laughing fit for no reason. Paolo went from trying to cool himself in front of the air-con to burrowing under the bedsheets for warmth.(Frederick: Paolo, ikaw ba eh naiinitan o nalalamigan? Paolo: ewan……….) Buen couldn’t even lift his head; Girlie (the only sober one in the bunch) and Gian even had to help him get to the loo so he could throw up. Nic couldn’t stop talking. As for me, my head was woozy, my heart and pulse rate went crazy and a fierce blush spread from my face down to my bare back.
Since we were all too wasted to get up, we started a confessions’ game, which included some deep dark secrets that only the sheets we were lying on should know about. Let’s just say that people can really surprise you…and of all of us, Girlie and I had the highest innocence level. ^___^;
When we were sober enough to retire to our own bedrooms, we changed into our night clothes and got ready for bed. Niloko ko nga si Frederick, saying “Nako Frederick, sayang. Meron ako ngayon, hindi pwede.” ^o^; Binatukan lang ako ng bruhang bading.
Day 2:
Morning came with a pounding headache. The others kept laughing at me and my low tolerance for alcohol. Imagine getting drunk on a bottle of Vodka Cruiser and a couple of glasses of Gin Lemonade.
-___-; Cruiser is now a Bencher inside joke, right up there with “it’s all about you isn’t it?!” and “panyo ko nalaglag!”.
Went up to the 23rd floor looking every bit like we just rolled out of bed. There’s nothing wrong with that, actually..if there weren’t corporate types in the elevators with us. ^__^;
Nic’s right in saying that breakfast was a complete disaster. The food we ordered took forever before it reached us, and the freakishly spaztic personnel forgot to bring the utensils with them. We reminded them once…twice…but no utensils came up. So we shared the few pairs of utensils that we found in the cupboards, each one of us using only either a spoon, a fork or their bare hands. We were too hungry to care. To top it all off, Buen and Paolo found…eww…strands of hair in their food, which promptly threw off their appetite. This triggered Pao’s rich-snob mode. Armed with the phone, and his surname (the name’s Enrile, Paolo Enrile ^.^;), he threw a BF and gave the operator a huge chunk of his mind.
A few rounds of Pusoy Dos later, we repacked our things and got ready to part ways. Other than the damned breakfast, everything was great. Nic’s right; we should do this again (but we’re going stag next time ‘round, so no need to fret, Girlie..^__~;) This is definitely one of the best experiences ever. So many firsts. (First time to sleep in a condo, first time to dine in Hard Rock, first time I wore something that bared a body part other than my shoulders, first time I got close to being really wasted etc etc..)
My hat’s off to you, Girlie, for throwing such a birthday bash. Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. Belated happy birthday ulet! :D






