Girl's night out

Last friday, with Ian out of the picture, Jinky and i decided to have our own girl's night out. My agency was holding another Dunhill event at the Embassy. (I love being in an ad agency...) Earlier that week, i had already told the Account Manager in charge of it to include my name in the guest list plus 1. So all we had to do was go there and enjoy the night.

And we did. The eclectic sound of Dunhill senses sent us into a euphoria accompanied by free cigarettes and of course, booze. Sounds from a flute calmed the senses of everyone, taking the stress away from the hectic week. Next was something new. A violinist came out. Hmmm... more calming tunes? After an introduction to his strings, the bass suddenly creeped in, and then series of sounds. It became a mix of classical and house. I have never heard anything more tantric. It was beautiful.

I was drinking the vodka mixes like water. Jinky on the other hand had been more moderate. By the time she'd sip her drink... i would have finished mine... hmmm... Jinky humored me by saying "So this is what hell looks like..." Maybe it was the smoke in the room, the overflowing alcohol and the sexy chikas going around to give out free premium cigarettes on a tray that gave it away...

and then there was dancing... I had my officemates with me, the likes of Paul, Maki, Faye, Denise, etc. By the time the party started, people had already accumulated. Which meant you had to dance to get through the other side of Embassy. Since we had the couch to ourselves, People kept on passing through in front of us. Normal. But then these two guys suddenly stopped beside me. Thinking they just wanted to stay there, i figured sige lang! But then i heard the funniest line... The guy beside me was trying to make a move. I could hear his breath on my face when he looked back where his friend was and asked... Pare, anung sasabihin ko? I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. His other friend, more confident but with less height, asked if they could dance with me and Jinky. I said Sure! Why not right?

Wrong. While everyone else, including us, we're facing the stage, these two blokes were (trying to) dancing in front of us. And seemed to have formed a circle... So while they danced, we ignored.

And still ignored through the rest of the night.

After a while they finally realized we weren't interested. But before making an exit, one of them asked for my number. Clutching Paul in one hand i had to hesitantly* decline (*only because i felt sorry for the guys) and said that i was with my boyfriend (referring to Paul... who's gay by the way). Then they asked for Jinky's number which she wholeheartedly declined to give... No! (Angas mo girl!!!)

There's really no morale in the story. Only the realization that though we've been manangs for so long May asim pa rin kami!!!

And maybe that hell doesn't look too bad...

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.