the weekend was a blast.

friday.
sweet80scontradiva still didnt have an outfit for the gig. of course i wanted her to look her best, so i decided to meet up with her post shift for a shopping spree. well, at least her shopping spree. i was a little hesitant at first, coz the last time we did something like this, she came in almost 2 hours late. (good thing i knew how to amuse myself) anyway, my altruistic self got the better of me. i waited for her, again...before getting off the train, i got this call from her. and then the line got cut. and then the phone was ringing, and then a guy answered the phone. his voice was really creepy, like a kidnapper or something. 
"bakit di mo sinasagot yung phone? ha?" shit. i thought it was a joke. 
"kanina pa kita tinatawagan ha. hello? hello! bakit di mo sinasagot yung phone ha?!" i hung up. ugh.
i met up with her, and her mom. saya. haven't had sleep, since i had an all night-er thurs pm. :)


saturday.
went straight to work after partying with my exbandmates, still my good friends. it was the birthday of our bassist, so whether i was sleep deprived or not, i had to be there. i haven't seen them much lately. i haven't seen anyone lately. i haven't been out lately. so what else is new? :)
it was gig night at bykes, where all the nice bikes and old guys hang out. carpool was scheduled to leave at 5p for our 6p soundcheck, so i got my wake up call at...510p! they were asking if i was already on my way. told them i'll just go to makati. good thing i wasn't needed for soundcheck, so i got to makati just in time for the set.
it was a really nice place. it was opening night for the 2nd floor, and it was beautiful. subdued lights, sleek design, the whole place was in monotone. it had a huge dance floor. lots of mirrors! (imagine making out in the middle of the dance floor..nice!) our set was ok. could have been better. but okay. i had a critic friend check out our gig. unfortunately, my critic friend turned out to be just a friend and not a critic. but im glad he was there. really. refreshing sight in a pool of old faces. finally, i got to hang out with someone my age after our set. ( i don't remember if i told him how relieved i was...)
after my critic friend left, hung out with sweet80scontradiva and her hubby. and because hubby didnt want to dance, sweet80scontradiva begged me to dance with her. i refused. hahaha! but mike, the owner, saw that i wasn't dancing. he went up to me and said:
"karen, you should dance," he said in his oh-so-mighty im-a-groovy-dj voice.
"no, i dont know how..." i gave him my sweetest sheepish smile, hoping he'd go away. but i wasn't successful.
"i'll get a d.i. for you. you should dance," he turned away. After a few secs, he was back with this tisoy looking d.i. "karen, this is john. john, dance with her." And like a dutiful son, john the d.i. nodded, took my hand and danced with me. he had a powerful grip, spoke good english. and he was a good dancer. john the d.i. smelled good. i didn't think i'd enjoy it. but i did, in a groovy kind of way. we were dancing the foxtrot, and although i know i looked clumsy, i felt i was graceful. i liked it.
after that, sweet80scontradiva and i danced. i was a little more confident now, not because of my d.i. experience, but really because there weren't as many people dancing anymore. after a few mins, we got the bill, surprised that i downed 5 glasses of vodka, plus one whiskey, signed for it and then my critic friend was back to bring me home. well, he brought me bliss. then brought me home.   

sunday.
woke up just in time for my friend's kid's baptism. when i got to the church with aiken, the couple was just about to go to the reception. so we went to the reception (max's) instead. food was yummy! and so many! my friend overestimated so there were 5 unoccupied tables, which meant more food! after that, we went to my friend's house for beers. good thing my kid didn't have school the next day. went home.  wrote in my real world notebook journal, as my friend called it, got my sleep. finally.