So, I did make it to the Philippines, and when I got there I somehow managed to get to the hotel Chester and his family were staying at. Chester had sent me his cell phone number, but my phone wasn't getting any service. I talked to the concierge and he called up to Chester's room...but no answer, I had no choice but to live out my hang-over on the couches in the lobby. I was concentrating on not throwing up on these couches, when a "gentleman" walked up and decided to keep me company.
Soon, after this, I saw Chester arrive outside the hotel and I walked away from this conversation while the guy was mid-sentence, yes, a little rude for a mid-westerner, but I just couldn't take anymore. After all, I had been waiting in this lobby for about three hours.
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