Because it's July 26... again.
i would only do this for a friend.
After eating my share of food from Auntie's little party, beb and i had to rush off to Makati for Maebz' at Merks. Actually i ate enough for a small family of five with a baby on the side, and in my family, after a meal like that, sleep was never far away. But i went, because, it's mae, and i love her.
Our dear lolos plus Lola Mae was there. They were great as always. There was a small fiasco in our table, puzzled who Jacqui Magno was, which made for great entertainment. Not for her singing, just us feeling like we were crashing a party stuck in the 80's. She resembled a highschool biology teacher, and memories of paramecium and amoeba flashed before us. The birthday balloons, Techie's cotton candy shake and Beb's dancing outburst all made for one fun night. But the night was young and so were we, so....
We went to Joyce's latest discovery, a 24-hour hookah joint just off Burgos. Ziggurat was cozy with lots of pillows to fight with and delicious kebabs and we just had to get our hands on the Persian grub. The Mango lassie as well as the singing birthday candle were controversial. Everybody took turns on our grape flavored hookah until we were all smoked out. Our girl had fun, and everybody went home happy, and sober! Akalain mo?
Ay next week ulit, it's somebody else's turn. Yeng, we will not fail you. Sana. Hahaha.
Hookah girls...and boy