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Pretty and Wasted

November 10, 2007

At around past 4am, I was semi-passed out at a Kebab food joint along Tomas Morato…

After going through my sabog moment the other day, all I wanted to do was to be with my friends and see Brownman Revival play.

 

I love you, BMR!!! 

Oh, thank God it’s Friday! So the moment 5pm struck, I rushed out of the office, hopped a ride with my senior office mates and took the MRT going to SM Megamall where I’ll be meeting up with my Peter. We ran a couple of errands, had dinner at Yoshinoya (Peter’s favorite food joint coz beef bowl makes him feel so happy) and watched Balls of Fury. It was a toss between that and this comic flick starred by The Rock ( I forgot its title, sorry) but tails won and so we watched Dan Fogler and Christopehr Walken in this semi-hilarious, half-baked comedy flick (at least Peter and I thought so). Here’s a quick official review though:

 In the unsanctioned, underground, and unhinged world of extreme Ping-Pong, the competition is brutal and the stakes are deadly. Now, this outrageous new comedy serves up this secret world for the first time on-screen. Down-and-out former professional Ping-Pong phenom Randy Daytona (Dan Fogler) is sucked into this maelstrom when FBI Agent Rodriguez (George Lopez) recruits him for a secret mission. Randy is determined to bounce back and recapture his former glory, and to smoke out his father’s (Robert Patrick) killer - one of the FBI’s Most Wanted, arch-fiend Feng (Christopher Walken). But, after two decades out of the game, Randy can’t turn his life around and avenge his father’s murder without a team of his own. He calls upon the spiritual guidance of blind Ping-Pong sage and restaurateur Wong (James Hong), and the training expertise of Master Wong’s wildly sexy niece Maggie (Maggie Q), both of whom also have a dark history with Feng. All roads lead to Feng’s mysterious jungle compound and the most unique Ping-Pong tournaments ever staged. There, Randy faces such formidable players as his long-ago Olympics opponent, the still-vicious Karl Wolfschtagg (Thomas Lennon). Can Randy keep his eye on the ball? Will he achieve the redemption he craves while wielding a paddle? Is his backhand strong enough to triumph over rampant wickedness? Written by Rogue Pictures

Anyway, we headed to QC as soon as the movie finished. We dropped by 7-11 first to buy myself some booze, a bottle of Vodka to be exact, which Peter mixed with a can of Del Monte Four Seasons, which I gulped in one sitting. By the time we reached Xaymaca, I was already pretty tipsy. Mwehehe. Yeah, I drink to get drunk.

  

Me and my pretty gurls… L-R: Inky, Joan, me, Michelle and Kaye

Just so we’re clear here, no I’m not a drunkard. Our house is full of hard drinks and wines which I never touch except on  rare occasions such as the Halloween party we just had. I just really like getting wasted every time I go to Xaymaca and listen to BMR play coz it helps get me into the groove. Plus, I am more relaxed and friendly. Remember the last time I went there a month ago? Everybody was having a blast except me! I was so sober I kept over thinking why I was sober. Even when I tried to be one with the reggae beat, it’s just not the same as being high with alcohol.

 

Jojo the saxophone player, Jan and Peter

 “Tokyo Japan!”

So aside from downing a bottle of vodka, I also ordered two more cosmo drinks! How can I resist my fave waiter Boyet? He’s such a darling.  There’s just one bad thing that keeps on happening to me when I’m drunk. I get too friendly for comfort and I tend to give off the wrong signals to the boys and men around me.

 

My fave couple Riki and Michelle

   

My boys, hehehe, Paw (left) and Ambet the trumpet player (right)

You see, I usually seem mataray and untouchable when I’m sober. But with tons of alcohol flowing in my blood stream, I dance more wildly, I act more freely, I laugh like there’s no tomorrow and I’m just so maligalig (as how Ricky and Michelle would put it)…you get the picture, right? And of course, the dance floor tend to be so jam packed that bodies dancing couldn’t help but bump into each other, right?

   

 This is how jam packed it was…

 
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