Waaah. You guys must have been sick to death of that Red Velvet cupcake in my previous post. A heart shape redundancy due to my sore lack of updates, SORRY. Last week was spent out of town and straight into a campaign shoot and a TV show. In other words, nyaarrrragerst. So here you go, as promised, Liz's Birthday Party at Robot. I didn't get to enjoy this party as much as last year.
First, because we came from a weekend in Tagaytay and I went straight to the Salon to have my roots retouched. Ouchers. and then I had to go home and change. Planned to drive coz I wanted to stay out late without haggarding the boyf. But when I got in my car, it wouldn't start. Discharged because I left my keys half turned overnight. Stress Drillon!! So ganon din, the boyfie had to come and pick me up. We got there late, and by that time, I wasn't feeling very well na. And with the busy week ahead, I didn't want to risk getting sick by drinking alcohol. (Sometimes it sucks to be responsible)
Decided to ride with Vince so I could stay longer, but when the boyf saw how far along Vince was getting into his drinks, he refused to leave unless he brings me safely home. So in other words, no choice kundi jumuwi. Chakaroach, kill me now moment. Argh. How anti-climatic!! But, still, good fun. Thanks Madzzzz! And Happy Birthday!!
Moet by the bucketloads.
Sams new calling.
And the guests.. Mads. The real Mads and not Liz. Heeh.
Nino, Vince, My outfit, Mano.
Laureen and Anna in the color (and pose!) of the night: Neon.
Nix and Pam.
The Concepcion cousins, Carlos and Mike.
Jerome, Alan, Robby.
My family: Agoo, Isha, Mother P and Bincht.
And the girls of Vince: Bea Soriano
And contrary to popular chika, theres no catfights between good stylists.
But there was a fight over these sooper cute lolly-fruits.
And bow tie wars.
Robby had this amazing camera that could project photos instantly. Whoa.