The last hurrah

...to end all last hurrahs!

Somewhere between catching a disc during a go-to drill, grabbing drinks with Galile-oh, Lolo D, and some cool chicks from the new Survivor, and work the next day, I decided to go to Dumaguete.

Booked it before Mumsy could protest. Oh, protest she did--she's not too keen on me traveling so close to the Big Day. But the only thing I could say was, "If I don't go, I'm going to regret it."

A few days later, I was on a plane to the Visayas. One week later, I am still missing how time stands still during the day, how the 10:00 am sun feels like a scorching 2:00 pm burn, and how the hours zoom by once it gets dark. I am missing the music--particularly Rihanna's Hatin' on the Club (which is now constantly on my playlist. Happy thoughts), and even the relentlessly looped Nobody by the Wonder Girls. I am missing the free drinks--my companions found it funny how the only night I paid for drinks was probably the last night. People just kept sending stuff my way so yay! Most of all, I am missing the company: my adoptive team, Circus Weng Weng, which sweetly took me in and even gave me a very memorable (eherm) send-off; and the super fun Roaches/Chupacabras, who had no qualms about putting their glutes on display. Special mentions:

Mich, my dance partner who has an infectious laugh
Map, who cracks me up with her deadpan hirits
Gary, Ogee, and even no-show Putow for the, uh, gift
Alvin--rarr! Hahaha
Cali, for the Pringles pirate laugh trip!
Xtian, my rakstar teammate and one of my most favorite people, like, ever
MVP Faiqah, Gisela, Agee, for BI-ing me :p
Onyok, for being one of the people who convinced me to go
And Blue. I have no words, man. Except thank you.

This trip was the best way to end my run as a single girl! A life of wedded bliss beckons. Perhaps next year I shall go back to Dumags with my hubby--and my team!--in tow.

New York, New York

...and I don't mean Cubao, yo!

I've been here five days and I'm still jetlagged! Hassle!

Highlights:

Being reunited with my relatives again. I especially missed my sort-of big bro, Kuya Vic (my uber-protective cousin). It's been so cool just catching up with him. I feel like I could tell him anything, and it's nice that he's constantly checking in on me. A little frustrating sometimes, but touching for the most part, knowing that someone cares about me that much.

Funny convo:

Me: I'm engaged!
Kuya Vic: What? What are you doin' gettin' married? You're 12!

With Kuya Vic, one of my most favorite people ever

It's also funny how we're now fodder for Glen Cove gossip! We've been out a few times, just the two of us, and in their area, everyone pretty much knows everyone. One night, the two of us were waiting for Chinese takeout. He had his arm around me and their cleaning lady walked in. She really couldn't look at us! I guess she thought he was stepping out on his wife! (P.S. The wife found this story hilarious!) He intro'd me, as usual, as his "little cousin" but she still looked a bit weirded out. Haha.

Met up with college friend King, who took me to Cupcake Cafe, Shake Shack, DB Bistro Moderne...all of which I shall write about in my food blog. We also went to Top of the Rock (Rockefeller Center), which supposedly offers a better view of New York than the top of the Empire State Building.

A view of the Empire State Building from the Top of the Rock. It was mighty windy up there! Brrr!

The highlight of this highlight: I finally got to go to MOMA to see the painting I've been waiting 10 years to see: Van Gogh's Starry Night. My English prof Doreen Fernandez intro'd it to me freshman year, and it had been my mission to see it up close and personal since I first saw a postcard of it. The last time I was in NY, MOMA was under renovation, and this particular painting was in transit to the temporary location. I thought I wasn't going to be able to see it again this time since there were special timed tickets to the Van Gogh exhibit, and they had run out by the time we got there! But we got in line anyway, and the guy just let us in! Woohoo!

Thanksgiving, my tita was tamad to cook, so we ended up eating at a Chinese resto. Haha. Afterwards, my bro and I met up with my cousin Ate Udes and my nephew Gedo and we just went to the city, and took touristy pics at Times Square. Today, we went to Wall Street, rode the Staten Island ferry just to get a better look at the Statue of Liberty, had lunch at Little Italy, paid homage to Joey Ramone, and went on my bro's "one-dollar tour" of the Met!

Token turista shot at Times Square with Ate Udes, Carlos, and Gedo (who's in NY for the first time!). Wala na 'yung iconic Cup Noodles!

No, I haven't gone clubbing, nor do I intend to (sorry, Yog). I'm happy enough just spending time with the people that matter, and eating my way through New York! (And I've got the chunky arms to prove it. Daymn.) Will update again soon!