Taste Asia: A story of inebriation and lust
Posted on July 6, 2007
Filed Under Failures, Gluttony, Internets
Last Tuesday, I invited myself to the Blogger Food Fest held at the SM Mall of Asia where I hobnobbed with other Internet celebrities and blogosphere elites. This particular event was bittersweet for me as it made me realize that I won’t be dropping the “Rising” in my “Rising Internet Star” title anytime soon. I mean, when I arrived at the venue with my entourage(read: TJ and Riz), I was stopped by the people at the registration table and told me that I wasn’t on the list and hence, can’t be allowed to go in.
Strangely enough, not everyone at the event knew me. (I think primarily because I am only well-known in my circle. You know, the circle who appreciates people like me who can’t write anything that doesn’t directly or indirectly refer to their genitalia, getting drunk, arson or racism). So yeah, instead of shaking hands and getting praised, I spent a good amount of time waiting in front of the reception table, sweating the fuck all over the place with a miserable excuse for an erection.(You know, because I can smell food from where I stood. And food turns me on.), waiting for a ticket in.
Luckily, I saw Rico and Sasha before I passed out of sheer hunger and they managed to get me and my ‘entourage’ in. First thing I grabbed my attention when I walked in the venue was that beer was free-flowing and I knew that I had to take advantage of that.
And did I ever. My struggle with alcoholism is very well documented in the annals of this blog. And seriously, I’ve been trying hard lately to try and keep my insatiable thirst for alcohol in check because recently, my alcoholism has gotten so bad that I’d often find myself having conversations in fluent Spanish with various figments of my creative imagination (a Guinea pig named “Greggy”, a Mediterranean bellhop who works at The Manila Peninsula, and Rico Yan among others). But maybe it’s the environment or the fact that I loaded up on Xanax before heading over to the venue, but the beer they served tasted extraordinarily delicious.
Also, boozing makes me all happy and shit and besides, all the hugging, cheek-kissing, shaking hands, and sneaking to the bathroom every 10 minutes for some hand comfort got me all pumped up. And when I’m pumped up I drink even faster, and when I drink faster than I normally would, I end up saying “Well fuck this all to hell. I’m staying out all night and calling in sick tomorrow!” (Usually a little too loud. And usually overheard by someone who can make or break my career. Say for instance my boss Marc and his girlfriend Sharm who were seated right next to me.)
After I got a good buzz going, I was pretty much only preoccupied with two activities. One would be trying to decide who in the event was the “Saddest.” And by “Saddest” I don’t mean it in the context of “being unhappy” but rather “looks worst” or “looks the least to belong in this event” or “hasn’t had unpaid sex in over 3 months.”
My conclusion. Me. I was the Saddest person in the event. It was a really hard conclusion to make as I don’t know all of the people in the event, but judging solely on a number of things based only on appearance (Clothes, confidence, likelihood of getting laid that night) I was definitely the saddest. Fuck.
I also spent a good number of time gawking at the beautiful women at the event. I didn’t like make an official tally, but I don’t think the word “Panalo” has been said more times in a two-hour period than it was that night. I honestly don’t know what to say about this since I’ve always thought women who “blog” were fat, acne-faced nerds who wear loose shirts and mom jeans. I was sorely mistaken.
As for the event itself, I won’t get into too much details lest someone stops talking to me(Just trust me on this. I have a total of eight friends and I can’t afford to lose more). All I know is that I had a real blast, I got home around 3am and ended up eating microwaved Pizza my dad brought home last week. I woke up without underwear, tomato sauce stains all over my shirt and my iPod jacked in my ear with Wham’s Careless Whisper on repeat. Very nice.
The obligatory “It was great seeing you people at the event but I didn’t get to talk to you that much because I’m busy with my beer and I think you’re douchebags. And fat” section of this post:
- Ricky Manzano
- Karla Maquiling
- Karla Redor
- Abe Olandares
- Ade Magnaye
- Jayvee Fernandez
- Lauren Dado
- Pierre
- Angelo Racoma
- Marlon
- Penny
- Jun Asis
- Markku Seguerra
- Gail Villanueva
- Aileen Apolo
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I’m glad you enjoyed
You saw hot chics? I turn green in envy!
Why am I not included in your entourage, huh? I practically spent the whole time with you trying to comfort you when that girl slapped your face for like the tenth time.
Twas an honor, Mr. Mike Villar. LOL.
Oh, and Ade, you can always mention my name, you know (and i duno, place a link somewhere) instead of pertaining to me as “that girl”. It wasn’t 10. It was about 14, i think.
Haha. Right.
Ade, you’re not included in my entourage because you’re a celebrity in your own right! (I mean you reprazent TMB!) I mean, lamer and less sexually aggressive but a celebrity nonetheless.
Riz,
You slapped me unbeknownst to me?! I thought we were like tight yo! And we were supposed to make a buddy cop movie remember?
Also, I forgot the obligatory link lovin’ Will update this post tomorrow.
And oh Aileen it sucks that I didn’t get to talk to you again.
It’s just that you looked so busy the entire night!
Mike! Good to see you again. I love your new banner!
Karla?! Why is your name Mike? lolz
“It was great seeing you people at the event but I didn’t get to talk to you that much because I’m busy with my beer and I think you’re douchebags. And fat”
It was nice meeting u too, im not fat, and also you were busy talking to your new found friend…(the one with the funny hat yay!)
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Good to see you again Mike. You never cease to amaze me even if we were not able to share a table. Your presence alone mystifies everybody to have a good time. And I mean that in a good way.
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It was great seeing you and the other Mike who’s not so professional and into getting things done and the master of affiliate marketing and looks like a slacker but really isn’t and goes to the office at lunch but leaves after dinner yada yada yada.
Whatever. I’m just glad that we can see each other out of the office. And I know this is coming off the wrong way, but heck!
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That’s really weird. Now I’m posting again, and the default name is Mike. Why?! Since when did I become male? Eeek.
Hope things are good on your end.
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