Casino Royale Aftermath
Arriving late at the party was no biggie. Boy and I separated ways at the registration which was fine with me. I came to the party solo, thinking of just friend hopping from one to another, but luckily, I saw my highschool friend, Felice. We hooked up right then and there because she was in the same situation as I was. Alone but totaly NOT frienldess.
At the entrance, there was a photobooth were everybody could take pictures that looked like a red carpet background. Couldn’t I say COOL more often?
Red Carpet material? Of course!
Strutting our stuff. Fek and I.
The ballroom was packed with people.
I ate dinner with a gazillion of people. The party was awesome, but the food was a disaster.
Smoking is like my prayer before and after meals. We went out of the hotel to have a photo
op with a lot of people.
There I am with my fellow smoking bud at the office, Bryan Montinola.
Its not a party without nicotine and alcohol. Since it was forbidden at the venue, Fek and I went to Sorrento to have some.
I never regret one minute of my stay at the party. Not only that I got a big bag of ham but I also had my picture taken with Enchong Dee! We arrived just in time for our party host to go up his room but mehn! I begged for it and I could have crawled my way for it.
The picture quality is not that good since the guards were in a hurry and
the photo has a motion churva effect on it.
So not nice. But on the other hand, I got what I wanted!
Another highlight of the evening was our surprised guest: Rivermaya!
They rocked all night and I had the most fun!
But not too late for more photo opps!
At the hotel lobby with Al, the primadona diva.
At Pepe’s, the afterparty.