Manila Mania

So, this weekend I'm going to Manila to meet up with my good friend Chester, he is half Filipino and is there to visit some family, and I have a long weekend and thought i might as well jet-set down and see him while he's in Asia.  After some crazy hassle with buying my flight online that took about three days to sort out I was finally able to acquire a ticket Friday morning after multiple call to multiple call centers back in America to sort out some banking issues.  I was pretty happy just with that, but also on Friday I went to happy hour drinks with my new work peeps.  I haven't worked a 9-5 since Korea, and now I remember why. . .happy hour is kind of a killer.  So we started drinking at 5:30 I didn't get home until 8:30 the next morning, I really just can't stop.  Really, Kelly, 15 hours of drinking???  Is that really necessary?  Really??!!

These are the notables from the evening; after the first bar I went to my friend Jenna's house because it was right around the corner, i didn't want to stop drinking so she offered me some wine, 30 minutes later I cashed that bottle out all by myself and before I left I performed a song and dance for Jenna and Becks about how they were my two favourite friends and I wanted to just hang out with them, but i had to go meet back up with my work friends. . . asking a co-worker where he is from, he says Kentucky, so my response is I really like Paduka, KY, because that's where my favourite waffle house is. . . because we went out right after work I just wore my work clothes, which is jeans and a polo, but i got hot from all my dancing and thought rolling up my jeans, Huck Finn style was the best solution. . .a guy noticed my crazed dancing and said I was like an energizer bunny and bought me some flashing rabbit ears to wear because of this. . .outside the next bar I ran into an old co-worker, so I had some shots and beers with her and her recent fiance and in true mazletof form when i finished my beer i smashed the bottle into the gutter, much to the surprise of the group of guys standing there. . .then i ended up in a bar with a live band, and quickly became obsessed with the Filipino drummer with dread locks down to his knees (I mean I had just that morning booked my ticket to the country, so might as well get a jump start), to show my affection I creepily stood at the front of the stage, alone at this point because I had lost everyone I was with, staring at him and during all of his drumming solos I air drummed right along with him, not my smoothest move, but it worked because I did end up making out with him in the bunk-bed he shared with his band-mate.  No worries though, sanz sex September lives, maybe because of the bunk-bed situation.