from saturday market to bohemian rhapsody
Last saturday was a day of getting lost pour moi et mhen elaine. It was the day of our account's first anniv party in theme boheme. We still had work in the morning, so life went on as usual.
Lainey Outlooked (i farking miss e-pop!) me and asked where we would be eating lunch. If we don't stray from the building it's just a choice of McDo and KFC. I asked her if she had ever been to the Salcedo Saturday market. She admitted she had not, so evil l'il me tempted her with the delish menu usually sold at the market till she finally agreed to have our lunch there. We caught a dyip to Ayala and headed for Salcedo.
I have a poor sense of direction and can not remember street names or such if it meant saving my life. I wholly rely on buildings, trees, billboards and any other physical thingies that may be moved or changed to tell me where I am. After walking some distance from the back of Robinson's Summit, I no longer felt too confident of where we were going, unfortunately we met a patrolman and lainey asked him for directions. As how all stories normally go, the patrolman poited us in the wrong direction and therefore making us lose precious minutes of our one hour lunch break. GRRRRR...
I lurve the saturday market! Where else will you find vendors with Prada beltbags and CD shades selling bottles of chardonnay? Lainey and I walked around a bit to check on the food. Everything looked and smelled delectable but we settled for Ineng's yummy bbq washed down with fresh fruit shake. It was so funny how laine and I were not even speaking while we munched on our food, sa sobrang gutom walang imikan ito, galit galit muna!!!
here are the staff of Ineng's doing what they're famous for
ito naman ang epekto ng bbq ng Ineng's, scary!!!
We were late for work by twenty minutes, but it was all worth it. As elaine said, it was her best meal of the week. ..
Later on, we prepared for our bohemian themed anniv party in Grilla Grill. I'll cut to the chase, we received the wrong info regarding the venue, got lost and arrived late for the party. We didn't get to eat at the party so we dragged our fab boho-hobo finery to the Gs and ate there.
I thoroughly enjoyed the day in spite of all the mishaps; getting lost, dealing with stupid, talkative cabbies and patrolmen who don't know zilch, heavy rains and boho chic that has come and gone...
