And now for something a little different...
Last night, the gang went off from our usual haunts to the colorful, windy expanse of Manila's waterfront, Malate. Me, Vinnie, Dean, Gig, Jason, Cams and Noel piled into the van and went along Roxas Boulevard looking for a good place to eat a late dinner. We were quite pleasantly surprised at the bright, pretty lampposts that lined the long road overlooking the sea; they looked like neon lollipops from one of Jason's near-future Manila settings. Heh. Anyway, bright lights made the place almost likeable to me (Old Manila really isn't my place). We finally decided on a restaurant at the Wharf. We ate at the far end of a... well, a wharf. The food was good but unless you're flush with cash, you should stay away of the menu items that are paid for in grams. Anyway, I had the perfect food for a sea-themed restaurant... gravy-covered chicken. Heh. Anyway, other items ordered by the guys included Oysters Rockefeller, sisig, inihaw na baboy and seafood rice. While a band at a neighboring restaurant provided music, we talked and chatted the night away with discussions and talks which eventually went home to Dean and Noel's 'dark pasts'. By the time we actually got a breather from all the talking and laughing, we were ALONE and the whole restaurant was being packed away for the morning. Oh well.
Of course, the night didn't end there, and we went off to Malate's main hub where the young, hip and gay crowd congregated. Dean and Noel toyed with the idea of acting like a gay couple as we looked around. Sadly, we discovered that one of my and Vinnie's fave places- the French cafe known as The Blue Frog, was closed. Our feet took us predictably to a popular gay/sex shop where we perused the various souvenirs, paraphernalia, lingerie, sex toys and what have you. By a miracle, we actually bought something- Gig walked out with a neat, colorful ring.
Finally, we settled down inside Comic Cafe and had drinks while we winded down and talked about some ethical and moral matters. It was nice to just rest in the aircon interior, looking out at the young crowd that milled outside, totally alien to most of us. By the time we considered going home, it was well past 3 AM... our latest foray so far. Cool. But I really need to rest now. And catch up with other stuff.
Last night, the gang went off from our usual haunts to the colorful, windy expanse of Manila's waterfront, Malate. Me, Vinnie, Dean, Gig, Jason, Cams and Noel piled into the van and went along Roxas Boulevard looking for a good place to eat a late dinner. We were quite pleasantly surprised at the bright, pretty lampposts that lined the long road overlooking the sea; they looked like neon lollipops from one of Jason's near-future Manila settings. Heh. Anyway, bright lights made the place almost likeable to me (Old Manila really isn't my place). We finally decided on a restaurant at the Wharf. We ate at the far end of a... well, a wharf. The food was good but unless you're flush with cash, you should stay away of the menu items that are paid for in grams. Anyway, I had the perfect food for a sea-themed restaurant... gravy-covered chicken. Heh. Anyway, other items ordered by the guys included Oysters Rockefeller, sisig, inihaw na baboy and seafood rice. While a band at a neighboring restaurant provided music, we talked and chatted the night away with discussions and talks which eventually went home to Dean and Noel's 'dark pasts'. By the time we actually got a breather from all the talking and laughing, we were ALONE and the whole restaurant was being packed away for the morning. Oh well.
Of course, the night didn't end there, and we went off to Malate's main hub where the young, hip and gay crowd congregated. Dean and Noel toyed with the idea of acting like a gay couple as we looked around. Sadly, we discovered that one of my and Vinnie's fave places- the French cafe known as The Blue Frog, was closed. Our feet took us predictably to a popular gay/sex shop where we perused the various souvenirs, paraphernalia, lingerie, sex toys and what have you. By a miracle, we actually bought something- Gig walked out with a neat, colorful ring.
Finally, we settled down inside Comic Cafe and had drinks while we winded down and talked about some ethical and moral matters. It was nice to just rest in the aircon interior, looking out at the young crowd that milled outside, totally alien to most of us. By the time we considered going home, it was well past 3 AM... our latest foray so far. Cool. But I really need to rest now. And catch up with other stuff.
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