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So now I understand what needles was referring to about blogger. New look. Okay so far. It's just that I'm really sleepy already and I have no patience to go over the new blogger. But I can't sleep yet because I had longganisa at 10 pm and it's only a little bit before 12 midnight and my tummy is still full. Or at least it still feels full.

This post about my weekend is in two parts.

Part 1: LA with Candy and Berto
(Note: I'm so sick of initialling my friends' names when I refer to them in my posts so unless I have something mean or sensitive to say about someone, I'm going to name him/her.)

Apparently there's a Berto fans club within TOPS and the president is durga? Well, I'm sorry, I was the first among you guys to meet him. He's cute. And nice. And really, really knows his way around town. Very savvy driver. I can see why Candy is happy with him.

The two had to wait for me at my tita's house because me and my cousins (guys, late 30s, married with one kid each)went to this Mexican place for happy hour, in which I stuffed myself nuts with buffalo wings and more Corona (IC's should start serving Corona, I swear). Highlights: our waitress Erica (from Braziw!) was so into my Kuya Jon (go Colanta eyebrows!) that me and Kuya Dudoy were giggling to no end. Kuya Dudoy had the nerve to take a picture of Erica and Kuya Jon together, hehehe. Another highlight is that after three Coronas, I finally decided to do karaoke after the karaoke host practically shoved the song list in front of me (was it that obvious that I wanted to sing but was too lazy to get up from my seat). By the way, sorry durga, but I swear the song was for you. Of course I sang my karaoke song...Dancing Queen by Abba. Of course go Filipino vocal cords! kasi malakas ang palakpak sa akin. Even Erica approached my back at my table and praised my singing. Well, you know, it's like...:)

So, being more happy than usual, I met up with Candy and Berto and I was just glad to see her. Lost no time and hit Santa Monica and went to their mall. (Puta, mall pa rin.) Totally forgot it was Friday night and so all the school kids were out. One thing: the ruffly skirt is SO in, whether super short or calf-length. 9 out of 10 girls were wearing it. Sick.

Got lost in finding Candy's friend's improv gig (thanks to the fantastic navigational skills of Candy - joke!) but got there alright. They're an Asian improv group whose skits mostly involved the Asian-American experience. Snippets: Chibas Regal, Sto. Nino and a sweatshop mogul. I hear they travel along with Rex Navarette when he tours. They announced that the Manila-based improv groups SPIT will do a show with them.

Stayed with Candy's old friend Bobby who seems to be the unpaid endorser of Dermatologica products, hehehe. No, Bobby was kind enough to let us crash in for the night. I got to learn about the other people in their group.

Saturday morning: Candy and Berto brought me to Zankou's, an Armenian resto made famous by a Beck song (can't remember which one) for brunch. Chicken was yummy. Couldn't figure out the beet-colored pickle-tasting thing on our platter. Next was a trip to the Getty Center. Okay, the Getty Center is, because it's California, $ 5 PER CAR. So who cares if you bring a trailer-full of people and you still pay $ 5 for everyone? And since it's perched on a mountain (so J. Paul Getty owns mountains?), we had to take a tram to go there.

The Getty Center is an architectural beauty. It's definitely modern and it reflects what I think is the California aesthetic - big, brash and sprawling - but it's not arrogant. It's several interconnected buildings and it's just breathtaking. It also provides a breathtaking view of downtown LA.

Just realized this post is already long. Will just publish this.