It’s Wednesday night again. Après my dose of David Cook from American Idol, I find myself having nothing to do. Except open the fridge and forage for substances that will either distend my abdomen or rot my teeth. Seems like I have a stimulating evening ahead.
Lest one might think that this blog has any point, it doesn’t. I’m not even gonna whine about how I’ve stopped counting my age since I turned 25 last year. Or how I’m luckier than those leggy, flat-bellied girls who look good in two-piece swimsuits because I’m not in any danger of being anorexic. I’m not even gonna pretend that I’m wiser now than I was last year. No, that would be whining, and I’m not blogging to whine.
Not tonight. Maybe some other night. But, not tonight.
Fast forward to D-day, I made a list of things I want to, and could actually, do to help me delude myself into thinking that I can distort the time-space continuum and preserve my twenty-something glow (yeeeeeeha!):
- Ride the Zipline at Camp Sabros, Kapatagan and hope to still be on it on the way back.
- Throw a large party for family and friends and friends’ friends.
- Throw an intimate party for family only.
- Throw a fabulous pahr-tay for friends only, dah-lings.
- Shop the sales in Manila and endure the cabdrivers.
- Shop the sales in Hongkong and endure the cost.
- Shop the sales in Davao and find out that there are none.
- Feast on Seafood Pasta & Beer at Hawkers.
- Feast on Macanese Tempura & Beer near Largo do Senado.
- Feast on Potato Skins, Buffalo Wings & Beer at Tony Roma’s.
- Just drink beer in the tub at home.
- Just drink the water in the tub that tastes like beer.
- Check in at a Marriott.
- Check in at a Holiday Inn.
- Check in at a Marco Polo.
- Check in at Hotel California.
- Read an interesting book.
- Read an interesting menu.
- Read an interesting map.
- Read a magazine in the tub at home.
Hmmm…Decision time…
I think it’s time for CSI.
