Crazy Weekend

Friday morning, (un)fresh from work, my teammates and I headed to the Seaside to spend the team fund (from the attendance challenge) on food and booze. We had the fourth of July off because we were good little callboys and girls for two weeks, not being late nor absent once (I am usually the first to get disqualified in such challenge). We attacked heaps upon heaps of sugpo, squid, oysters, mussels, tuna and maya-maya. Of course there's beer. And since we didn't have videoke, my trusty iPod took the stage, much to our QA's horror. Hehe..

Laine: May RnB ba jan?
Me: Asa ka pa!

Laughtrip abound, asaran, and the now-and-then usapang trabaho. They headed to MoA after the feast, while I headed home to start on the T-shirt project. Again a labor of love. Or not. Hehe...

Start on the shirt project my behind! I slept through the day, watched Fuel vids all night, and fell asleep again.

Come Saturday. With the help of Orange Panda (aka Larry Cayco) and Deiiah (Lemon's fairy godmother), I was able to finish the shirt design just in time. A cousin of mine pimped his friend for the shirt printing job. Astig. Everything's falling into place. Now I have to rush to Yale for the Ancient One's haba birdie parley.

Joel (the shirt printer): I need the print in Black lang.
Me: but my friend left already (Larry)! pwede bang bukas ng umaga na lang? kaya ba natin tapusin ang 25 shirts?
Joel: Oo naman. Sige bukas na lang.

And so I ran to Yale, after securing Pichi-pichi with cheese from a nearby store. I didn't bring a car because I was planning on getting drunk.

Three hours to party (see related blog). I drank too much too fast I fell asleep while the night was still young. And yeah, the kisses. And the condom. Wee.

7am, Sunday. I woke up to a brand new day. In Rej's room, surrounded by the happy geeks. Hey Meester Deejay, stop de spinning! I was having the nastiest hangover and I wasn't in the comfort of my own room (and toilet at that). Six episodes of throwing up later, I decided I should just bring a sick bag and lots of candy (thanks Rej!), before my mom sends out a search party.

And oh, the shirt.

Couldn't go to divisoria. Joel the printer is having doubts we could finish the shirt. I was ready to text my teammates, offering my butt for their disappointment. Joel changed his mind. He will not go to work the next day.

Slept Sunday night off to finally get rid of the hangover. Drove to the old house first thing Monday morning to get Lemon's baptismal pics (as homework), and check on the cats and de Dobbermann. Found out they don't have electricity. And that's since Typhoon Frank. Oh but I have so many problems of my own. Got the credit card bills (how can I possibly sink any lower?) and drove home.

Went shopping for shirts. No dark grays so I ended up with black. I'm gonna punch the living daylight out of anyone who'd complain.

Right now I'm waiting for the prints to dry. We're gonna wear shirts fresh from the market at work tonight. Hehehe...

Which reminds me, I need to catch some Zzzz's. I know it's gonna be a long night at work tonight.

The end.