...but felt like a friday. or a saturday. Hmmm. what's wrong with this picture?
Checking out MM's finest in avant arde designs as well as peering in first into a beachin' line fo clothing sounded something i should be doing on the weekend, not on a Monday. But hell, it's fashion week, and as they say,
fasyon! never dies.
So armed with new shoes (which, btw, were NOT a good buy, pretty as they may be), my new dress (lovely shade of spring), and a gal pal in hand (we were only too happy to chill and have a few free drinks!), we caught the show halfway into its end.
Social swarming eludes my desire to be anonymous as we saw old college mates, familiar (?) faces and well, new friends.
Booze, good sounds and great people made the night a lot better than we first assumed it would be. The night ends with some good ol' dancing, some tipsy-ness (no phone fiasco, thank you!) and a sweet ride home. The only question ihad for the night, aside from why did Sandwich only belt out two songs, was:
Where did my ziggies go???
Damn.
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Nightcap of music, jamming and some lovely motorcycle ogling at Blueridge. ahhh, ce'st la vie.
Strains of "the way you look tonight" just heightens the melancholy mood set by a lovely view of Marikina and a few beers.
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