so anyway, i was able to watch a live nba game, big deal. i've already forgotten about the plan to watch it and was prepared to do two weeks worth of laundry that night when i accidentally bumped into ruel and randy at the elevator. i was hesitant to go with them at first knowing that it's gonna be a boys night out but when i learned that michelle, ate tess and tigran's wife were coming, ako pa ang nagpumilit na sumama...he he he. so we went and i was finally able to drool over jason kidd in person to the utter envy of my little sis.
now about my weekend in connecticut. it was an "i couldn't go-but i'm dying to-so i would-but i really shouldn't-but i'd miss the fun if i don't-that's why i went-and i'm sooo glad i did" kind of a story. i had prior commitments for that weekend. saturday, i was supposed to meet ate gigi, the person who booked our plane tickets for pinas. she was going to deliver the tickets to us personally and at the same time she wanted to meet joyce and me. sunday, i agreed to go with mia to that accountant who was going to do our taxes. thursday night, bajeck calls, telling me to scrap all my plans for the weekend. i did and before i knew it, i was on the backseat of melinda's car with an almost bursting bladder enduring the nyc traffic on our way to connecticut. screw the plane tickets and W2 forms! i am going to be with my old friends and i'm going to have fun...
the trip was definitely worth it. we had a lot of fun celebrating erwille's birthday, catching up with each others lives, reminiscing the old days in davao medical center, gossiping about the people we used to work with (yeah, we are evil!) and realizing that the five of us are still single, he he he. we were supposed to go home sunday afternoon, but due to insistent public demand (the public being gina), we stayed for another night, which gave us an opportunity to get drunk on the night before valentines day. monday morning, we hit the road again. relying on melinda's 7 month old driving skills and a map quest print out, we celebrated valentines day struggling not to get lost and arrive home safely in time for a 12 hour shift back at the hospital.
man, i wish we could do this more often.
note: the title is an inside joke from remarks that were made under the influence of martinis and vodkas. for more details, ask bajeck.