practice sa makati?

monday night, allan texted that we were to practice at 6 underground in makati, probably because sam's and alberto's would be full or maybe because jerome was manning the place and he wanted to try it out. the problem was that we were all in different parts of the city and would have to coordinate with each other and meet up without getting lost. good luck.

i was in boni at the time, so i said i'd meet them all in makati... maybe even make it easier for them and go to greenbelt (which is near legazpi village, final destination). sure, they said, we'll pick you up there. ayn was meeting everyone else in mayric's before that.

so i walked. greenbelt looks very pretty on non-gimik nights. finally, i found a starbucks at greenbelt 1 paseo and settled in for what i thought would be a half-hour wait.

1 hour later, they were still at mayric's, i was sleepy and the batteries of my mp3 player had run out. great. should have brought work with me. they texted that they were in makati, but they didn't know where to go next. i gave them directions and thought i'd wait in the street for them so i could just hop in the van and we'd all speed off to practice. we were very late.

20 minutes later (after making a few wrong turns) allan and the gang picked me up before a maniacal DOM expat could and we promptly got lost in the "jungles" of legazpi village. the fact that ayn was about to pee in her pants didn't help to calm us down, and i think allan was going nuts with all our hollering and more wrong turns.

through some miracle (and an illegal left on a one-way street), we finally found the street and saw jerome trudging in the dark, waiting for us. so we screeched to a halt behind him and ayn and i jumped out.

"hindi pa dito. dun pa," he said, motioning to what seemed very far away. "park niyo dun."

"hindi na kaya! kelangan ng cr!" so we girls ran as fast as we could behind him, while the guys laughed and followed us with the van.

when everything was ready, we all realized that we didn't have a bass guitar. also, ayn had told her driver to go home already.

the solution was to go to sam's and hope for an open studio.

on the way, charles and allan had a taxi war.

we practiced at sam's.

then they ate at marlett's.