Six.5 hours. I spent six.5 hours with the journal barkada last night.
Thirty or so minutes at Starbucks spent waiting for Pentuna and the others,
How long did we wait at congo grill for a table..? Hmmm.. i don't usually keep track of time, really. But we stood there for a long time, and had to perform a Table and Chair Dance (a'la Rain Dance). Prophecy, Pentuna and I were about to do a Boyfriend Dance when we got interrupted. A table for seven was finally ready.
Humid place. Quick service. Good food. Fantastic company. yum!
After our dinner, Petuna went back to the office where she has to stay and finish her shift. We headed to the Podium to check out the place and stare at the reflective surface of the pillars. We have a perfectly logical and human reason to stare at the pillars: Our reflections look thin and lean.
We went back to Starbucks at the strip for a few more minutes of talking and laughing. While Mike and i were trying our best not to fall asleep and Crughmie was finishing his cold chocolate drink, Kit got a call from Mantis informing her that she'll be reporting as an Associate Engineer in the Crughmie-Mantis-Claire office come April!! Absolutely kewl news. *huge smile* Kit is happy and excited. We are happy and excited.
My eyes were really heavy and the thought of having to wake up at four killed my energy. I was so ready to go home. But when we were outside, just as I was about to ride Kit's car, we decided to stick for a while longer to wait for Dublin. We haven't seen him for a while, and he's a bit out of reach, thanks to his sked and some effing retards who took his phone.
Dublin got there a few minutes before midnight. 'talked with him for a while, then we said our goodbyes.
On our way home, we listened to Dave Matthew's lovely lovely lovely poetry slash music in Kit's car while Mike drove.
(thanks for the ride, guys.)
Six.5 hours. Not enough.
Punchline of the Night
Quoting SpecialChild: We are fans of white people.
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