Pajammy Party

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Giff spelled backwards is F-i-g-g

Okay, I’m better now. And when I say better I mean I no longer feel like killing someone. And when I say better I mean I am now ready to blog about my awesome weekend.

But I will begin at 5 p.m. because I really don’t think you’d care to read about the hours I spent sleeping and playing Petville.

Saturday, 5 p.m.: I begin calling my brother who promised me he would be at Greenbelt 5 by 5 p.m. He isn’t picking up.

5:03 p.m.: I call El, our cousin, who is supposed to be with him at Greenbelt 5 by 5 but couldn’t reach his phone.

5:05 p.m.: I call my brother again.

5:07 p.m.: And again.

5:09 p.m.: And again.

5:15 p.m.: My brother texts that he just woke up. I tell him to hurry up. I have no right to get mad anyway because Jill and I were also supposed to be at Greenbelt 5 by 5 but we weren’t there yet either.

6:30 p.m.: We finally make it to Greenbelt 5. We shouldn’t worry about seats at Mr. Jones, I said, we’re early for dinner anyway.

6:37 p.m.: Mr. Jones is packed. We should have been worried about seats.

6:41 p.m.: There’s a waiting list and we’re number five. The girl at Mr. Jones tell us to go around Greenbelt first, she’ll just call us when the table’s ready.

6:42 p.m.: We refuse to budge. Avenue Q starts at 8 p.m. We don’t have a second to lose. Giff arrives.

6:48 p.m.: Still standing. I need my dose of tapa!

6:55 p.m.: The other people on the waiting list must have gotten tables at other restaurants. The waitress seats us.

6:57 p.m.: I call my brother and cousin so I could order for them. They want burgers and shakes.

7:10 p.m.: Our plates of tapa arrive and we begin eating.

7:18 p.m.: Powie and El finally arrive. I tell them they have exactly ten minutes to finish their burgers.

7:19 p.m.: I help Powie out by stealing his fries. That’s the kind of sister I am.

7:41 p.m.: We finally leave Greenbelt and head off to RCBC Plaza. We all feel like puking. Speed eating? Not good.

8:07 p.m.: Avenue Q is just starting. Seriously, a play with puppets? I’m not too sure about this.

8:17 p.m.: Holy crap, this shit’s good.

10:37 p.m.: The show is over and we’re in the elevator with Joel Trinidad who was awesome as Trekkie Monster, Nick and one of the Bad Idea Bears. I should say something, I really should. I interviewed the guy about ten zillion years ago, I should have something to say. Instead, I just stare at the wall.

10:43 p.m.: As we are pulling out of the parking lot, I text Aiza Seguerra, who played Gary Coleman, to congratulate her on the great show. She thanks me for watching and I tell her we want to bring Trekkie Monster home. The actual monster, not the actor.

10:52 p.m.: On the road, trying to get to Shangri La Mall as fast as we could because our friends and the driver of the other car are already there.

10:53 p.m.: Driver texts to tell me it’s okay, he’s just smoking while waiting for us.

10:54 p.m.: Driver mistakenly sends me a message that wasn’t for me. “U r my love and my bestfriend. Ur in my soul mahal…” the message begins. Holy crap. Hilarious.

11:08 p.m.: I text Super Kat that one of the Avenue Q girls reminds us of her. Her reply: “And I now resemble a puppet? Who? The one who likes porn?” She cracks me up.

11:12 p.m.: We are finally at Shang. Said hello to everyone and goodbye to J and Momon who weren’t coming with us.

11:17 p.m.: Driver sheepishly tells me the message was for his wife, that she was at a family outing and that he missed her terribly. Sweet. But still really funny.

11:22 p.m.: On the road to Pampanga.

Sunday, 12:09 a.m.: Jonas texts, “Stop to pee daw sabi ni Mon.” I reply, “Ayaw.”

12:11 a.m.: We stop to pee. Except I didn’t pee, I made a great discovery! Mentos Grape Cube. So so so good.

12:45 a.m.: “Wruuuuuu” Milan texts.

1:06 a.m.: “Where you guys? :)” Tim texts.

1:12 a.m.: In Pampanga. We stop at the villa to drop off our things, pee and perform magic with an eyeliner.

1:24 a.m.: We are finally in Mansion.

1:29 a.m.: We say hello to Milan, Tim and Divine and go up to our table. The madness begins.

1:33 a.m.: Shots of coffee Patron are handed out. I dodge this round. We order frozen margaritas, lychee martinis, beer.

1:59 a.m.: Tim catches Giff screaming Marc Nelson’s name so he drags him down and introduces Giff to Marc. Naturally, he stops screaming.

2:34 a.m.: Giff has gotten very very drunk. On Marc, on Patron or the margaritas, we’re not too sure.

2:38 a.m.: Eric dances to Michael Jackson.

2:47 a.m.: Giff seems to think it’s his birthday. He asks for his photos to be taken with everyone. Everyone. Some muscly guys, everyone in our group, even our waiter.

3:07 a.m.: Jonas attempts to join our group picture by diving onto our laps. He sends my strawberry margarita crashing to the floor.

3:16 a.m.: Some random guy takes Karen’s picture.

3:32 a.m.: The DJs stop spinning. “Is it over?! I’ve got more songs here!!!” Giff screams.

3:33 a.m.: Yes, it’s over. The DJs are done. They’re packing up. Music blasts through the club speakers and the party continues.

3:59 a.m.: We leave Mansion and walk to the villa. A significant number of us are drunk. But not me.

4:23 a.m.: “You’re drunk Giff.” “No I’m not.” “Yes you are. Spell your name backwards.” “G-i-double f.” “Backwards!” “F-i- double g.” Jolo, Gia and I laugh our asses off.

4:37 a.m.: Giff keeps bugging Jonas. Is he aware that he’s screaming?

4:46 a.m.: Mon wants to go, Karen wants to stay.

4:53 a.m.: Maybe I am drunk. I polished off a whole pack of YanYan without realizing it.

5:34 a.m.: We’ve tried to shower the smell of smoke off ourselves and are finally in bed/on the couch/on the floor beside the stairs.

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