Usual Friday Night + Oktoberfest

Erratum : Anthony Bourdain's book is titled "A Cooks Tour"

Scene from a bar

I tend to gravitate towards that overpriced joint Outback after Friday shifts. As I had told luci, it's the perfect opposite of Cheers. In Outback, nobody knows your name.

And it suits me just fine. I just needed some beer to release the pent up stress of the past work week.

Thought I saw Jolo there last Friday. Nearly had a heart attack. Realized after two skipped heartbeats that it wasn't him. I was a bit disappointed but mostly relieved.

So. I was sitting by the bar, watching the ertswhile b-ball game between SMB and TalkNText when these two exotic ladies sat next to me. One was trying desperately to feign an accent (twang, you know) whilst her companion was trying to imitate the fake twang. It was sheer music to my tired ears --- people who are worse than my worst trainee. And my worst trainee CAN string several sentences together even if there is an invisible "i" sound floating in front of his "s" words (i.e. ismooth, ischedule, isales)

Since we are talking about a restaurant situated in Makati, there are a lot of generic white men who usually congregate in the oft-mentioned joint.

Exotic lady A : (Approaching one generic white male) "Hi, may I know your name?"
Generic white male : (Giving her one of the coldest look overs I've ever witnessed) "NO!" (Turns his back on her.)

Ha ha haha. Had to choke my laughter as I was not in the mood to get into a fight.

Oktoberfest

Went to the annual Oktoberfest in M1. Some of the bands rocked, some of the bands sucked and a couple of bands shined because of sheer personality. The band that won sang a bon jovi and heart song. Damn. But they were talented and had character. My main goal for the evening was to ensure that I crawl back home and throw up by my house's gate. Unfortunately, even after a couple of pitchers, I found myself thirstier . That and the guest local act happened to be some band that my maid listens to (Begins with a "C" and ends with "allalily") Even with my bestfriend Luci there, I decided to leave and gorge myself in Jollibee. Ick. Not even the promise of a barcrawl can make me stay and listen to that schnitt. I have too much taste for that.

Next Saturday the M2 Oktoberfest will kick off and I will be there. The guest band this time is RAZORBACK. Yes, THE Razorback. Even if I am more fond of Wolfgang, (as the latter provided my high school life's soundtrack. Next to the Red Hot Chili Peppers) we're talking about a band that is worth the bother. (Bother because I would have to go down from the boondocks of Parañaque to go to QC)

Augh. Rehydrating sucks. I am close to finish one litre of water. Oh well.