the night before the party.....call time for floor directors --in other words, usher and usherettes-- 3pm. check! the dress --check! shoes --i think i saw a perfect pair in the rack. no big! purse --i know my mom has a cute black one...so, check! hair stylist --got it covered! no worries! umkays, so all i need to worry about now is getting enough sleep. yawn! yawn!
lotsa hours before call time....
Woke up around 7am --tryin to get enough "beauty sleep". i was like, "no worries! i got everything under control! nothing could EVER go wrong." so i slumbered for a couple more hours.
few hours before call time.....
i woke up around 11am. no worries yet. i have things under control, everythings going the way i planned. took a bath. tried on the dress. perfect! now to try on the shoes...omigosh! nasan na? it's not on the rack! arrgghh! owkie..calm down. lalabas din yan mamaya. i'll just get the purse! anakng!!!! nawawala din! man, why now?! owkie...breathe in, breathe out! no need to get tense. ok, recall. when was the last time nga na i saw the shoes and purse....hmmm....i couldn't remember. must've been a verrryyy long time. kya pla nawawala na eh. k lang yan! keri lang, grace under pressure. desperate times, call for desperate measures...call a friend. so i texted one of my girls and borrowed hers. the prob is: her feet are two sizes bigger than mine and a 5-inch stilleto. pero,k lang. keri p din. grace under pressure.
two hours left...
stuck in traffic along edsa. off to michelle's house to get my hair done. no worries.
an hour and a half...
still stuck in traffic. where on earth is washington street?!
just an hour left...
whew! found it! at last! at least i know my hair is going to be handled by a genius. no worries. when we were about to park, i noticed an old, fat man smoking a cigarette, standing behind an old worn-out meralco post, observing a rejoicing crowd from a distance who seems to be having a party of their own. i thought, "kawawa naman. i wish him happiness."To my surprise, when my friend introduced the "genius-stylist", i almost fell from my seat. it was him -- the sad-looking, fat-bellied, old man. all of a sudden, human nature is taking hold of me. i thought how on earth can he fix my hair, if he can't even fix himself. itsh just not right?! his hair looks like it was blow-dried by a gazillion tornadoes and was styled by a blind drunk hairy howler monkey! brutal, but true. anyways, i'm late! and i have no other options. so hesitantly, i gave him a chance. maybe, he's actually a great stylist. looks can be deceiving at times. ok. whew! here goes...i told him my ideas about the hairstyle i want. braided on both sides, ending up in a bun. parang pang-Greek goddess style. he tried to do it at first, but it ended up horribly. instead of cracking skulls, i decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. maybe, it's just not his forte. no worries. so i asked him, do you have any ideas in mind? i was disappointed by his so-called "brilliant" ideas because even a clumsy 5-year old can do it. but, what the heck! im late! there are no other options when you're late.
at the soiree...
everyones looking great! i envied other people's hairstyle because some were adorned with flowers, and some were curled giving them a sexy look. itsh not right! anyways, i looked deeply in the mirror and repeated this to myself, "maganda ako! there's no freakin way that crazy "stylist" can ruin my night!" it's a good thing roy was there with me for a confidence boost. all in all, i think everything went well. michi looked great with her "imeldific" look, oyen -- elegant and beautiful, joy --sexy with curls, faye --cute and chic, ate clarice --pretty in pink, and toni -- star of the night award! whoohooo! inuman na......ng kape sa starbucks! hehe! everyone was happy,except for my feet. the shoes i wore murdered 'em. but heck, who's complaining. i had a great time with my friends.
bottom line is: no crazy, gender-confused, freak "stylist" wannabe can ruin your night, if you're having a great time with your friends. 'coz in the end, it's not what you wore that matters, or the shoes, or even how you're hair was styled -- it's the memories you made while having a freakin' great time with your girls! rock on soul sistahs! lotsa love! im outta here!
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