The reason why I have been busy the entire week is because I have 2 events this week. One of them was the first anniversary of one of our branches, which we celebrated yesterday, while the other was a corporate event that was taking place in another branch, at the other end of the metropolis, this weekend, on the day that A and I are attending a wedding.

Yesterday, I woke up at the usual time. I got up, prepared the possible outfits I'll wear for the event, made a million work- related phone calls (ok, fine- several phone calls), had lunch. I was right on schedule. I had to be at the bar by 1PM to set up the stage, the streamers, prepare the payments for the expenses of the event. Until I looked at the clock on my cellphone. It read 12:45. Holy crap! Five minutes ago, it was just 12 noon! I looked up at the clock in my room. I found the culprit of my delayness. The clock just had to run out of batteries today, of all days. It slowed down by 40 minutes. Goodness!

Apparently, my efforts to rush were wasted. Because of the sudden downpour of strong rain, the traffic was everywhere. It didn't help also that the roads I had to pass had road works and excavations. I arrived work at 2:30 PM. In between all my work, I was cheering whenever the sky cleared up a little.

5 hours later, I was wearing a top I bought online, a black and red floral tube top with sash, jeans, my black plastic hoop earrings, my slutty shoes, experimented eye make-up and a smile. While waiting for the editor and writer for The Foreign Post, a small local paper that distributes its publication to hotels and airports, who is coming to interview me about (duh!) the bar, I made my rounds. I guess the one downfall of having a multi- tiered place is that during a busy night, you have to go up and down and all around. By the end of the night, my feet were killing me. But no! I still walked with the grace and poise of a runway model. I confided to one of my regular performers/ friend, Ryan, that my feet were killing me because of the endless stair climbing and of course, my 5 inch stilettos. He told me that I should have worn flats (don't you think that after 2 years working in the same bar, I'd know that?!). But I told him, "And what?! Ruin the outfit??? Of course not! I may be dying from the pain but at least I die looking good!" We both had a good laugh.

The entire night, I stayed close to stage to make sure that the performers say the right announcements and what have yous. Sort of being the 'director.' My uncle and our vice president for food and beverage, who is also his bestfriend, were in charge of doing the PR. They were busy entertaining our suppliers while getting drunk. It was a perfectly fine arrangement with me. I don't think I can engage in small talk with people I hardly know. Then again, they've known each other from waaay before.

A followed to the party after work. He looked so cute wearing his new jeans and red shirt. The entire time, while watching the band, he had his arm around my waist and he was holding me close. I found it so sweet. Perhaps he was doing this to ward off other guys. I was perfectly fine with it though. He was just too cute.

Oh yeah, and may I just tell you about these two girls who dressed way provocatively?! The first girl was wearing a spaghetti strap topped and a white micro mini. So micro that the hem ended right at the bottom of her ass. So while she was hanging out at the landing in between the stairs, people below could see her thong (they were white!) The other girl, who is actually a regular and is rumored to work in one of those lowly clubs, has humongous breasts. So humongous that I, myself, am overwhelmed by their size (a D- cup, I was told) especially a girl of her size (thin and just a few inches shorter than me). While in Boracay, she was wearing a string bikini and the triangles were only enough to cover her nipples! Last night, she was wearing a tiny black spaghetti strap top. It was so tiny..and so stretched.. that she was practically exposed to her stomach. Her breasts (and cleavage) already looked like an ass! And get this, they were all natural. She still wants to have silicone implants! Goodness, these people!

A and I went home at around 1PM. That's one event down for this week. One more event to oversee while I'm at the wedding.

How am I gonna do that? I won't. I left a two page memo to the manager of the branch, describing every minute detail of the event. I just need my mobile close to me during the wedding in case shit hits the fan (though I hope not).