Day 1 - Saturday the 10th

The Bigfoot closing party, where I got drunk. *lol* (but if you ask me, i really wanted to get wasted, though NOT in the office) There was free-flowing draft beer, and these guys goin’ round with pitchers refilling every glass that looked even just half-empty. For some reason I never declined every time any one of them offered to refill my glass. I don’t at all remember exactly how many glasses of beer I downed that night. When my perspective began to change (meaning the world had begun to sway), I knew the beer had hit home, and since I still had to get home to Mandaue, I had to stop drinking. So I graciously refused one of the waiters who came up to me waving his pitcher of beer. BUT the minute I turned away from that guy, Rexy was there refilling my glass! I looked at the full glass and went waaaaah! inside my head, but still drank it anyway. The world was very definitely unsteady by then…I went up to the 8th floor to let the tipsiness pass…and went bumping along on the way to the cr. But to make the long story short, after several trips to the cr and fun conversations with other Bigfooters, the dizzy sensation passed and I thought I was myself again.

So I left Bigfoot at around 11 or so and joined my friends over at Numero Doce in Mango Square. I flatly refused the bubbly Red Horse they offered.

After more conversation, lots of shuffling around, merging tables, and meeting acquaintances & other people…I felt that queasy feeling in my tummy. Now I definitely had to go home. I said goodbye to my friends, grabbed a taxi, got home quite safe just as my eyes started to hurt & a headache began to set in, and gratefully hit the sack.

Day 2 - Sunday the 11th

Woke up around 8 AM. Wanted to go back to sleep and skip sign language class, but I’d promised Kris I was going to attend. Class starts at 9, but I got there at 9:30. The classroom was nearly full, and I had no choice but to get seats at the back. Kris was even later than I was, but it didn’t really matter coz our teacher was late as well. When he finally walked in the door, Kris and I were like, Oh no!

Our teacher was a deaf-mute. The real thing. Which meant we had to read his signs, and sign back if we need to talk to him. We didn’t review our signs before coming to class, and we could only remember a few, so it was kinda funny and frustrating at the same time.

Day 3 - Monday the 12th

It was Independence Day, therefore a holiday. I got to wake up late, around 11 or so. This was an interesting day really. Two things happened. One — my sister and her boyfriend announced they were getting married. I wasn’t in the sala with them, so I wasn’t there for "the moment". I was outside washing my clothes. I’m 25, my sister’s turning 24 in September, and she’s getting married before me. I don’t even have a boyfriend. *sigh* Well, when it comes, it comes. Marriage is far from my mind right now.

The 2nd thing that happened: The Great Flood. LOL it wasn’t anything drastic really, but there was a thunderstorm that night. Rain & lightning & thunder pelted this part of the world, and filthy, stinky water flooded our house, the whole house! We had to scramble for the wires and other electrical stuff, managing to get them off the floor before we got completely flooded. It barely got an inch high before it receded as the rain mellowed down, but hell it left behind a whole lotta frickin’ dirt. What made that particular mess funny were my 2 siblings, my little sister and baby brother, who were screaming at the water while keeping their hands glued to their ears (to keep out the loud thunder). Here’s one little funny exchange…