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I’m a fan of tropical rain, of gray overcast skies,
of wind and needles of water hitting your skin, of the cool
refreshing bursts whipping through your hair, your back, your arms.
But I am not a fan of
deforestation, environmental degradation and what appear to be lax
standards in maintaining and making decisions on the worthiness of
seafaring vessels.
I was actually supposed to go on
a boat trip during the storm, but I got a text that the Coast Guard
gave a no-go to the trip, leaving me to explore a variety of
nocturnal persuasions over the week-end. Of course like many people
in the city, I was oblivious to the potential destructiveness of the
storm.
On Friday night, I was able to
make it to a Rock Royalty Playlist party sponsored by Nokia at
Teatrino featuring large black and white portraits by photographer
Wawi Navarroza and performances by Pedicab, Urbandub, The Dawn,
Razorback and Pepe Smith. I enjoyed the show tremendously—the air
conditioners were working, I had a seat even if I was dancing half
the time and there were clever graphics up in little lights behind
the band. Not to mention the performances were great—Razorback’s
set was particularly amazing. No sit down breaks for that one.
On Saturday night when storm
Frank was seriously brewing, I headed out with two pirates to the
Mall of Asia to catch the annual Fete de la Musique by the bay. On
the way to the rock stage from the pop and alternative stage, we
stopped in our tracks. Lo and behold, we found a Hooters bar.
After exploring the Bay Walk area
and the two stages, we were all in agreement about seeking shelter
in Hooters. The Hooters girls were really friendly, and we chatted
up the bartender, Erica. The hot wings were yummy though I preferred
the breaded to the naked and their mudslide was quite enjoyable.
After finishing the mudslide, I decided to join the Hooters girls in
their dancing. I did pretty good—what I lacked in hoot I made up
for with my boot, so hey, there’s probably an alternative career
for me in the making.
We stayed until the place closed
but by this time, the wind was blowing tarps away and we had to
chase one hat and two Hooters balloons across a pretty mad stretch
of road.
After this exercise, we headed
over to one of favorite ports in any storm, Big Sky Mind and grabbed
a bite at “Japok”—a new place that opened beside it where you
can get a pretty good beef misono meal for P70. Of course by now,
leaves and debris were flying everywhere, the wind was howling and
before long, the power was out.The wet, gray sunrise heralded a
Sunday spent indoors, grateful for leftovers and a roof over our
heads.
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