iWeekend

Weekends always paint a new scenario in my life, especially Fridays but when intoxicated, it's way worse than those normal ones. But worse in a very fun type of way. I woke up on Saturday morning with a hangover and hardly remembered anything. Went online on facebook and saw a friend's request from Rolando and also some pics in my camera of the night before. And also, not forgetting a piece of paper with four rows of scribbled lines, which are supposed to be a set of strings of letters. All I could make out was this number 669.

Friday night was awesome but the awesome only happened after the work function. Now, maybe this is my learning point but it's so weird to be around people who don't really look relaxed or those who won't even smile or converse with you during a function. All I ever see are these people who just float around with their shrimp cocktails in their hands who talk so little. It's a bit of a flow of hierarchy as well since the big people don't mingle with the younger crowds and the younger crowds were pretty much more obsessed in the food, while my eyes were only on wine glasses. Had too much to drink and I ended up pashing Paperbag in the toilet, thank god it's a hotel toilet.

After that I went to Sedona on my own and had Snowball and bought myself some ciggies. Gotta love payday. I couldn't see any sign of the designer so I thought of just joining Steve and KP, who both happened to be in 6 miles shooting a music video for KP's new DVD. So, I went out to a room in Sedona Hotel to use the phone for 2 bucks and I ended up calling Steve about the address. I ended up scribbling four rows of 'supposed' English words. I went for a taxi but noticed the only thing that was legible on the paper was the number 669, which was the number of the house they were in. Still, I was convinced that I could get there via the taxi when BEA showed up in front of me with his friend.

We both had a 'what are you doing' moment and I ended up being taken inside the bar with BEA and his friend and he bought me a screwdriver. A drink, that is. Then, I saw 'dimple' and I went to his table and sat there and said nothing but I went back to BEA again and sat there and the designer showed up later followed by two Filo sisters, who were at Steve's colleagues hang out. Then, party went wild with us drinking and drinking until this fine young cute Filo boy came and talked to the designer and the two Filo sisters. Then, he started talking with me as well and since I was way drunk, I made a hit on him but he ended up being so touchy and brave with the whole approaching. Like, arms around my neck and posing pictures with his hands on my shoulder and also a pic of me hugging him from the back. I don't know... it was cute.. I kinda like him as well since he's pretty fun to be around.

He asked for my facebook and he added me on Sat and I asked him out again for this week, to which he said yes to. It's quite refreshing to be hit on once again, but this time by a bi guy and not a straight guy who wants to be my friend just to be popular....

Speaking of getting paid, I finally gave my mom 1/3 of my pay and my grandparents 1/3 of my pay and I also treated my mom's family with some Indian food. I felt awesome. I had this 'aww what a good son' moment... Good weekend to be honest.