Saturday. Went to work. Lunched out with the team. Went straight to SM North to catch Sex and the City.
Sex and the City. I've been watching it for years. The dvds at home are almost unplayable since i watch them so often. (They're on constant play, like Friends) I like how they (well Charlotte) dress. I like that it never is too sad to watch (coz Buffy and Ally Mcbeal can be like that) and the humor is crass but hilarious. And of course, I loved Big. The man's man. The ungettable guy who loved her but made so many mistakes. They made so many mistakes but got together in the end. I'm a sucker for this kind of thing. So i admit I was one of the girlies who waited for this movie to open.
Needless to say I was pissed when the movie stopped about an hour in, the film unrolled due to all the scenes they cut to make the movie a R-13 flick. I'm all for doing it so more people can watch it, but dear, give us the option to watch the film in its entirety. It was somehow missing and we got the gist, but it was still, for lack of a better english term, bitin.
Had dinner at Mexicali. Where we told Mom that the shrimp platter was a happy meal so she looked for it on the menu. And of course, dessert at sebastian's (the raffle's still on and I still wanna win) where they had SATC themed flavors. Not fans of coconut, we had the Samantha themed flavor, Mixed Berry Menage a trois. (i love saying that word, the meaning though... ahahaha)
Headed home to shower and change. RC and Abby were coming from MOA anyways, so I had time. Ken picked me up and we headed to Dolce at timog. (I didn't pick the place, I just went. Haha)
I have to admit this was the first time I've "partied". I am so not a party girl. Those half baked attempts at going to bars in college were just that, attempts. The one time we actually got to a bar, we just drank outside, in the tables they had. When my college friends went through a Basement phase, I was in a "stay at home and sulk" phase. I never really went to bars, I went to places to eat and drink.
And maybe Ken wasn't the best person to drag to this thing. He was apparently over his party phase. And pointed out that the people who were in line outside were overdressed (at which point my ears turned scarlet coz I was in a dress) and overly made up (where I got to breathe coz I definitely wasn't made up). We got in, surveyed the crowd. Didn't dance since it was too crowded. So we went people watching. We gaped at the two girls in front of us dirty dancing on each other, the dad who was picking up chicks for his grown up son, that kind of thing. Sipping on my beer I marveled at this culture that was so foreign to me. It was a mash up of people of all ages, races, faces. Dancing to one beat, that was pulsating through the whole place.
Yes i enjoyed myself. Even if i didn't feel like dancing that night. I was totally out of my comfort zone and I freakishly liked it.
And when it was time to leave I was looking for ice cream. As it was 2.30 in the morning, we did what we could to look for decent places to get ice cream, but alas none were open.
Just ended up hanging out at Starbucks to wind down. Catch up. (And i got a lecture on how the Philippine economy was doing {apparently really really badly}, why am i not surprised) Home before the sunrise, (and my dad waking up) and all i was thinking was, when can I do this again? Maybe not "partay!" but something new. Something other than what i've gotten used to. Why? Coz it feels so good.
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