infinitepossibilities

left the office yesterday around past four in the afternoon. i was scheduled to watch the play M Butterfly at the teatro casino. got complimentary ticket to watch it as one of my officemates played the lead role. i agreed to met up with line at the waterfront hotel lobby to watch the play together. not wanting to be late, i decided against going home to change clothes. instead, i opted to shop for a shirt. found one and proceeded to go the counter to pay for it. as fate would have it, i felt something amiss with my beautiful u. as soon as i paid for the shirt, i ran to the nearest john. bang, wham! i had to text line, that i might not be able to make it to our agreed meeting. it’s past 6 pm and the play’s slated at 7pm. i hopped on a cab and went straight home, to take care of my beautiful u. had a quick shower and was advised to call off my evening plans. anxious, i was tempted to heed my mother and sister’s advice to not go. however, i promised nell that i would be there to watch his play. i missed the original show sched last sept. 2 because of a fever. i very well couldn’t cancel again because of my beautiful u. i’ve been fighting against the caprices of my beautiful u that i fought the urge to succumb to its demands. armed with lots of non-wings and a blue curetee?? , hopped on a cab to catch the play. though i arrived past 7pm, i apparently still had 5 minutes before the show starts [at least according to guy near the casino's security check counter.] now, finding line in the nearly dark theater became the name of the game. after a few minutes of trying to locate her, found her sitting at a front row seat. caught up with her, in time for the singing of the national hymn.

overall, the play was good. i wouldn’t say that the production was exceptional for i have seen better ones. neither would i say that it was barely passable. well, the story in itself was exceptional, so that more than compensate my disappointment to the performance of the actor playing Monsieur Rene Gallimard. Perhaps because I was in the front row seat that I somehow had a dislike over the actor’s performance. No one can blame me as I could clearly hear a person <whom i’m assuming was the stage manager> coached the actor with his forgotten lines. No wonder he had a penchant to stay at the side of the stage. as to the lead actor, i’m biased to say that he’s good because he’s my officemate..hehehe, no kidding aside. nell, as m butterfly was good. ha, i so like his "I’m just a modest Chinese girl" line. i couldn’t help but admire him every time he gives his "innocent/naive smile" to Monsieur Gallimard. I also applaud him for kissing the old dork. well, he’s an actor so he did a good job. though, I expected a full frontal strip, his version of the "I’m a man" revelation wasn’t bad either. generally, the whole play was a success in its own right. there were lots of hilarious scenes and witty lines.

after the play, line and I came up to congratulate our officemate. as soon as i left my seat, i simultaneously learned that I literally left a mark at the waterfont hotel. hmmm, i reserved the right to keep mum on the statement i wrote prior to this. with my ever reliable sarong, line and i had a little episode with the hotel elevator as we kept on pressing the wrong floor. hehehe…

as line and i came to watch the play without having our dinner, we had a quick stop at tsibog’s over at salinas drive. mein, those who would have seen us could only shake their heads had they seen what we’ve ordered. lol^^

both of us, not wanting to call it a night rode a jeepney going to 22nd st. comedy bar at mango avenue. it was karaoke night and there were four tagalog-speaking hosts [though 3 of which are bisaya]. it was my first time to visit the place and I would say it wasn’t bad for a 75-peso entrance + a glass of frozen margarita. the whole place was cracking up with laughter. the hosts were very talented. i’d say it’s a good place to cap your night. i don’t recommend it to people who have issues with space though. i also don’t recommend it to people who can’t handle teasing or personal attacks.