a long story that ends with a "z"

too bad i missed this year's Sinulog festival. again.
last year, i went out with a friend, and just stayed at the mall doing the "regular" things. and this year, i slept my ass off while everyone was out there in Cebu City having the grandest time of the year. bless me!

bless me for i was drunk the other night, crawled into bed at past 5 in the morning. there was already a plan to go out later in the afternoon today, but...i got back from dreamland at way past the agreed time and was already too tired to ride (and walk) back to the city.

anyway, do not try Cafe de France's "mocha frappe!" it's P70, and tastes like shit. and their brazo de mercedez is equally unsatisfactory. there's only one good thing that this place is worth coming for though, it's its relaxing ambience (i prefer the Mango Square outlet) that can be best welcomed with a cup (or two) of mochaccino. there are other variants too, just never order that mocha frappe or i dunno what you might want to do with it. i almost threw mine to the barista, eh. just joking.

brews point. our next stop last night. and the place where i left that mocha frappe, pasidaan ba's mga tawo nga "woi, wa ni lami." hehe! this place, btw, is just a walking distance from cafe de france. i always stop here when i'm at this place, and when im with people who just love to sit and listen to music. there's music, beer, food (pizza, pasta, etc), wine, and boys. well, the band playing last night was composed of really cute boys. i missed their band's name though. i just started really watching them when they played "overjoyed," my new fave. always delayed reaction, eh.

from there, we walked to Ayala Center. amazingly, we did it without complaints. one of the best things during Sinulog is that you get to save a lot of your fare money coz the streets are close for vehicular traffic. luoy nuon imo tiil ug sandals. mayo nalang naka-tsinelas ra ko. so we did arrive at Ayala's TJ's after a few minutes of walking. mango ave is actually not that far from Ayala. mga ten thousand steps lang ngali. ha ha!

at TJ's, there was this band playing one.song.at.a.time. coz they'd rather spend most of their appearance, that we paid for, making stupid jokes and talking non-sense that only they could understand. unsa ba! there were three vocalists: one girl who looked like she just came straight from the Basilica, a guy sporting an Afro hairdo, and another guy who was dressed like South Border's Jay but was acting like Berwin Meily bec of his stupid belly dancing and corny jokes. i swear, me and my friends had a grand time watching the smoke come out from our respective noses. literally. and when they left, it was heaven. in fairness, the songs they played were good. i just could not stand watching them dancing in a concert-performance-level way when the song they were playing is not supposed to be done that way. feeling nagconcert? pahuway!

the clock was already ticking non-stop, and everyone was drunk (more than 4 hours at TJ's and countless bottles of Colt 45). so we moved back to mango ave, this time to jo'bee to relax and slurp some coffee and sotanghon to kill the power of beer. in my case, it was the taxi driver--who too me home--who got me back to my senses when i saw him from his rearview mirror sleeping while the cab was speeding fast in the highway. shet! after several minutes of not winking and just closely focusing my eyes to his so he would be constantly reminded that he was not in his bed YET, i got home in one piece.

and then zzzzzzz...