keeping the ties alive...lecia's and pat's birthday

what do i write about now? my head stills reels from lack of sleep, alcohol intoxication and jet lag. i been to cebu and back here at home in the past 37 hours. with lugging all the stuff i left behind last july in mind, i took the opportunity of my days off on a weekend to do it and attend pat's birthday as well (bringing 2 bags of home cooked food-by her mom-on my way there).going there was a nightmare. i spoke too soon when i said that i was fortunate to be seated next to a woman. boy, but she's chatty and doesn't know when to stop. it didn't help that a score of them brought children that were beginning to get whiny just when i was already set to sleeping. my phone battery nearly went dead as instead of getting irate and sound inconsiderate, i just drowned the maddening noise with david cook's tracks.
it was already afternoon when i got the chance to sleep at rina's place. that was when the "kbl" dish was already simmering under very low fire. it was already 8am when i alit at "pocherohan" pointless anymore to get some sleep when there's marketing to do at 11am and i needed some time to erase the travel marks on my person. it was an invigorating two hour nap. by six thirty, everything was ready except the other celebrant (lecia and pats shared birthdates which knowledge only hit me as i was saying the grace before meals).

it was an eventful night with almost everyone renderred wasted, i disturbed nobody but pats (with whom i bunked with for the last three hours of my visit at llc) when i was ready to leave.

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