The Epic Halloween Adventure

… Or more like Hallo-win! An epic night/morning of adventure like this calls for a blog entry. Teehee.

WARNING: LONG AND SPASTIC AND IMAGE-HEAVY. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU’D WANNA READ IT BUT IT PRETTY MUCH CHRONICLED MY CRAZY NIGHT. UHM. YEAH. KTHNX.

So last week, my friend, Ivan threatened that he’ll end our friendship if I don’t join him for Halloween, as I haven’t been hanging out much with him lately (well, I haven’t been going out much, really). I spent last year’s Halloween with him and other friends at Ponti but this time, I made sure I was in costume. I had a few days to figure out what I’ll be coming as and decided to make a poll on my Facebook account. The “80′s aerobics instructor” beat out “Lady Gaga”, “gangstah” and “gothic chic”, among others. LOL. The power of the tanga.

And so I came in as an “80′s aerobics instructor” and made sure that I tagged along other friends in the craziness. Mishi came as a “Chinese restaurant waitress”, Wil was a “not-so-cowboyish cowboy” (dude, you had the Charlie Chaplin hat) and Chris was a “confused sailor-turned-miner”. Wutda?

Where the hell do I get the courage to wear these things in public? 362nd reason why I’ll never have a boyfriend.

Superstarssss! l-r Adrian, Nowie, Ivan, Chris, Carla, Mishi, Kring, Ice, Hannah, Wil

Galileo Enoteca

Our first stop was Galileo Enoteca at Mandaluyong. The four of us met up at Mishi’s and took a cab going there in our flaboyant clothes. I actually dared them to take the MRT with me but Wil was like “No way, that’s too embarrassing!” and I was like “Uhh… I’m the one who looks like Loveliness. What the eff are you talking bout?”

I knew that my costume was lolz but I never thought it would elicit such a shocked response from my friends. They pretty much squealed when they saw it. This was supposed to be the main party and we had no idea, while we were there having bottomless wine (you read that right- open bar FTMFW), that our night was just about to get retarded. Hannah (yes, the prettiest blogger I personally know) followed soon after and came as an Ice Princess (I think. Even she was sorta confused of what she was supposed to be). She was in a flimsy white dress and it was too cute!!! Finally, the group was complete. (P0yt canceled last minute ‘coz she got lazy. Boo. Badet, you srsly missed out on the fun.)

We’d like some cold cuts and cheese with that, please…

Kuya, please fill up the glass up to the rim. Yes, you know, like beer.

I introduced them to my other friends like Caby (the self-proclaimed Kring impersonator), Nowie & Marion (who were in their 70′s basketball player attire), Adrian (the Avril Lavigne angel) and others and the conversation and laughter didn’t seem to end. I swear my jaws were hurting already from the stories and the gheiness and all the fun shit that happened. We had a little too much wine, I’m telling you. I shall now dub us the wine-hoarders.

Jalapeno

At around 11 or 12, we decided to leave for the “after-party”, which was supposedly at the Empire Superclub at Home Depot. However, the friends got hungry and decided to stop by this Mexican resto first to grab a bite. It was my first time there and it was soooo affordable! A big-ass plateful of nachos for 170 and beer for 35?! I was sold! So while waiting for the other group to finish eating (and sobbering up zomglol), the 5 of us just talked about silly, little things. Like why bleaching my hair WILL NEVER WORK. And Mishi’s hips.

Nachoooo! Guwapito raw ako!

Hola! l-r Chris, Mishi, Kring, Hannah and Wil

Unfortunately, we went to the club a tad late (as in 5 minutes late) and the guest list was already closed. Booohooo. We were so hyped up and in the mood for clubbing but decided to go our separate ways because we are jologs QC/North peepz and we wanted to go bijoke-ing (KTV). (Though some of them stayed, others went home already).

Dolce

And that’s how “The 85ers” was born. On the way to QC, we realized that all of us were born in 1985, which is pretty awesome since we weren’t even schoolmates. I met the four of them in different places and times of my life. Wil was a grade/high school classmate, Mishi, through the TVXQ fandom, Chris, through the Johnny’s fandom (yeah, yeah, told you I’m a fangirl) and of course, Hannah is another blogger.

So maybe that’s why we all hit it off well!!! And we all just go with the flow, too, like some hippies with no destination in life, deciding halfway through the trip to QC that we’ll have a road trip to Tagaytay instead AFTER we go clubbing at Dolce. The Music 21 plans vanished in thin air. Harhar!

Funny. We left The Empire because we didn’t want to pay for the door charge but willing opened our wallets to get into Dolce (since we obviously wasn’t in the GL). And it was a mother-effing black party!!! Did I mention that I was in a colorful “80′s aerobics instructor” costume and Mishi was in a cheongsam? Yes, bitches. Whilst the party-goers at Dolce dolled it up in their black dresses and too-hot-for-you clothes, the 85ers went crazy on the dance floor in our I-pwn-your-face costumes! AND WE WERE THE ONLY COLORFUL ONES INSIDE THE CLUB!!!

With The Chris and Mr. San Mig Light

Sino’ng wasak? Not meeeee!

It was sooo hardcore, even Wil was like “I can’t believe you wore that tanga inside Dolce!”. Well, better believe it, dude. Because it happened and it was awesome (and even liberating, mind you). Needless to say, nobody asked for my number this time around. Pakdatshet.

Taj Tagaytay

At around 3am, we left the club and dropped by the nearby coffee shop to sober up. Well, not really. I wanted Hannah to “wake up”, since she was driving for us. Don’t worry, kids, she wasn’t drunk or anything or maybe she was and I just didn’t know. It’s gaddam 3am. What the hell do you expect?!

Looking back at it now, it really seemed like we were on drugs or were a bunch of 3 year-old kids high on sugar. Smoking 3 y/o kids, that is. Our energy was just whoah, especially with the mad-awesome 90′s music playing full blast inside the car. (‘I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did as long as you looooovvveeee me’) The moon was full and the wind, chilly, and for some fakken reason, we wanted to eat bulalo at 4 in the morning. I told you we were on drugs.

But the bulalo place was still closed so to the Taj we went to calm down and be adult-like and such. We chatted about the North and South Korea’s conflict (and they were wondering how the hell do I know those info), issues on love aka Kring, you’re hopeless, and why bleaching my hair IS NOT A VERY GOOD IDEA.

And from where we were, which overlooked the scenic Taal Lake, we saw the daybreak and uedbjmbscmawapsxsml shit it was beautifuuuuuul! My first sunrise in Tagaytay and thank heavens I’ve already changed to my regular, non-Alma Moreno-looking clothes by then.

So, what do you think about my get-up? Is it Mulan enough? Chunli? How about her?

I really like Taj. The last three times I was in Tagaytay, I went there. This is not a paid blog entry by the establishment although if they want to give me GC’s or free accommodation, of course I won’t mind. Not at all. *wink wink*

Leslie’s

And come 6am, we left Taj to have our bulalo at Leslie’s (because you know, bulalos taste much better in Tagaytay wahaha). Well, not before we took the obligatory jump shot photos with the lake/sunrise as the backdrop. Win win win!!!

So there was the beautiful view, awesome, sleep-deprived friends and delish, hot soup from the famed resto. The only thing that ruined the moment was the fact that the bowl of bulalo only had 3 pieces of potatoes and 2 slices of corn. Mishi was bitching about the lack of vegetables, too. Lol.

At this point, I felt like the five of us have been together for like days already. We left the restaurant satisfied and overwhelmed by the fact that it was 7am and we just had breakfast kilometers away from home. Let me remind you that I’m from teh Fvw/Novaliches area. Kthnx.

Going home

Our spirits was still up and there was no sign of us slowing down. Did anyone even get sleepy?

So Hannah was driving and I was at the passenger seat. Because of the cool breeze, we had the windows down and I ended up greeting random people in the streets a ‘good morning’, which, surprisingly enough, elicited a smile from almost all of them.

Somewhere between the hello’s to strangers and Mishi and Wil buying pineapple, we decided to make road trip music videos to the tune of our favorite 90′s hits. ZOMG. Fun shit, I tell you!!! And when we got tired of singing along to the songs, we came up with an impromptu boredom-killing game: the name that tune thingamajig from Wowowee. Wahahaha. Kamay sa baba! Porma! We were so caught up in the game that we almost didn’t realize that we were in Trinoma already and had to part ways. The 85ers’ first adventure had finally come to an end.

But you know what, IT WON’T BE THE LAST. I had a little too much fun and I was almost half-hoping that it would turn out like that movie “The Hangover” but apparently, we’re still a little too wholesome for that. Maybe next time? Baguio, what do you say?

So Mishi, Hannah, Wil and Chris, I’d just like to say thank for that muddaeffinly fun night-out, which, even to my standards was EPIC. WE WILL DO IT AGAIN, DEMMET! SOON. And yes, my dear readers. We’re really cool to hang out with. I’m lucky to have crazy friends. So, what did you do this Halloween? Hope you had fun, too!

ps: I swear next year I’ll dress up as “the prom queen” so I’d be pretty and whatnot for once. Why the hell am I so over-the-top anyway?!
pps: Hectic week aheadddddd!!!

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