First of all, my friends are crazy.
I won’t even attempt to discuss why I’m dubbed “The Sophisticated”… seriously. I always just fancied my self as gung-ho and a bit of a bitch. But, if you knew my friends, a.k.a. The Domesticated and The Provinciated, you would know that there’s no point arguing with them. So alas, I am left to accept this wildly malapropos label. I really would like to point out that living in Makati City and finding a spot to drink or party every glorious night does not necessarily make me sophisticated… It actually just makes me a borderline drunk.
But I do love living in Makati. And a single woman, living alone in the big city, with a sufficient appetite for all things awesome will thrive here. And so there it is… I am single, thirty and thriving in Makati… and I get my self into all sorts of trouble and fun, and meet the most interesting kinds of sentient beings (mostly walking on two legs naman…)
This blog actually came about during one such awesome evening, with D and P. It only took 2 pitchers of margaritas and some really oily food, and old-school songs playing in the background at Masas for us to come up with the concept. I didn’t even know they were meeting up and I was still in the process of selecting my Friday night duds when… :
TSN – June 29, 2012, 7.20 pm
SMS from D: Asan ka?
Me: Here at my apartment…
D: Punta ka dito Masas. Andito kami ni Camille.
Me: Where is masas again?
D: Greenbelt 2.
Me: Sige, give me 30 min…
D: Oks. Biliiiiiiis!!!
Me: Nyaaaarr… Nagaayos pa ako eh!!!
So about an hour later (there was of course hardly any parking available on a payday Friday), I was at my first stop for the night with D and P. It was a riot, as per yoozh. Meeting up with girlfriends is always bound to be entertaining at the very least — well at least with MY girlfriends. Chismis, deep dark secrets, people-bashing as always (beware those who irk us)…
It would not be a normal Friday night for me if I didn’t get into some sort of mishap. So, D and P had to rescue me when my pick-up truck refused to start. Another thing about girlfriends –you can always count on them to show up when your car battery dies on you. Other Friday (or may Thursday?) night mishaps I’ve had were falling on the car floor already piled up with my other girlfriends, loosing my bra (that’s for a totally different entry altogether), knocking over my friend’s Justice League action figures collection, broken shoe straps, lost phone covers, etc., etc. And during each of those times, some way some how, girlfriends were there to at least share the moment…and never let me forget about it.
So you probably get an idea about the stuff I’ll be talking about here. There’ll also be some anecdotes about the fascinating people I meet along the way, the usual complaint or two about my boyfriend who’s always busy, some ravings about how awesome and wonderful my boyfriend is, great food finds and amazing bars to hang out in.
Good talking. I’m here for your entertainment.
[Disclaimer: I was NOT drunk when I wrote this, so there may be some grammatical errors. I apologize to our readers.]
Rachel J.-Lo says
i love your outfits!!! and am looking forward to your food posts 🙂