friday night highs (and lows)
i was simmering like a dormant volcano that's about to explode when i stepped inside the restaurant, a minimalist romance at the still to be filled building located along fort bonifacio's not yet populated strip on the thirty ninth street corner eleventh avenue. (in fact, i was a bit rude when i arrived. i did not greet anyone, even our host. i just went straight to an empty chair at the end of the table. sorry for that dahlins!) blame it on the horrendous traffic along edsa, which looked like a mammoth parking lot than the metropolis's main thoroughfare; and the lousy cab driver who couldn't hide his displeasure and kept on complaining that the longer his taxi was staying still, the bigger was his forgone revenue. this, despite my countless assurances to him that i would add a hundred to the fare to make it up to him. &&&&& the worse was yet to come. as soon as we entered the bonifacio global city via mckinley road, he already told me i...