Interview by: Toolbox
Photographs by: Toast
After a long day in the office, my wife and I decided to go out
and meet some friends for dinner at our usual 2nd home, El
Cuento, which is right at the front door of Glorietta 4.
Nice little place right next to an Italian restaurant called Pazzo.
They serve extremely good Spanish food. (Pazzo serves great food
as well)!
Ahh… I finally get to sit down with some friends, relax and
eat something good. I'm fast growing tired of all the healthy food
they've been serving at home these past few days. My stomach was
really grumbling for something really bad for your health. So we
order and wait... 15 minutes later, the food arrives and I decide
to head on down to the bathroom to wash my hands. Washing, washing,
drying, drying and out I go back towards my table when BOOM - someone
runs into me with a full and very cold glass of Bailey's! My shirt
is wet from my chest down and I can now feel it creeping into my
jeans. Yuck! The one thing I can't stand is the sticky feeling all
over you!
"I AM SO SORRY"! she says. I look up and it's this raggedy-anne
looking girl with a soft Californian accent. By this time, everyone
at my table is laughing at me because they all know how ticked off
I am. I get no help and no support from anyone. They just sat there
and started digging in to their food.
I remember looking at her and saying "hi" but can't remember
for sure. She furiously grabs napkins from the bar and attempts
to pat me down but its already too late… Soon, the Bailey's
will be soaking my socks.
I wasn't upset because of the way she was apologizing. So terribly
sweet … She must've said sorry a hundred times. I told her
that I was okay but was going to go ahead and have dinner as planned
but she kept me with her with all sorts of questions about how she
could make it up to me. After about 5 minutes of chit-chat, I could
tell that this was probably the most humorous person I'd ever met.
She was really witty and I could never get a serious answer out
of her. Every other sentence was a punch line. And for some reason,
I brought up the subject of Motorcycle Asia. I told her about this
whole dame of the month thing and if she really wanted to make it
up to me, she would let me take pictures of her with a short interview.
She said no way at first, but after looking at how bad she messed
me up, she agreed to think about it.
The night went on as usual and by now I had invited her to sit
with us at our table since she was alone. By midnight, after meeting
all the people I was with, she agreed to do the interview which
I mentioned earlier would be at the beach and would take up her
entire weekend. We really had plans of going to the beach that weekend
since my sister was headed home to Europe… it was her farewell
party.
Before the night ended, I already told her to pack a two-day bag
and be ready by 8:00AM. I gave her the license plate of the car
that was to pick her up at the front door of the Oakwood Hotel where
she stayed.
She arrived at my house with the driver as planned. Right away,
I stopped what I was doing, grabbed my camera and began to take
photos. I don't know if you can see it from the pictures but she's
really uncomfortable. This is really fun I think to myself. She,
being a photographer by profession, I can see how being on the other
side of the camera is hard but, she has no choice - she owes me!
But just to play nice, I ask my brother, who is also a photographer
to take the pictures so he can make her feel more comfortable.
Away we go and right when we get in the car, my wife asks me if
we can pass by Price Club to grab some last minute chips for the
trip. Just my luck... I hate running all these errands. That's why
we went shopping yesterday, so we didn't have to make any stops
today. So we're approaching Price Club now and I decide to have
my brother accompany Missy down towards that ugly sculpture they
have at The Fort to take more pictures so you guys have
more to look at while me Dame and I go in and shop... again!
Thank God! We finally arrive at the beach. Several delays made
our trip a grueling 2½ hours through slow cars, trucks, jeepneys
and cows! Once we get settled in, I tell Missy to enjoy herself
for the time being and that by four, I'm going to need her for that
interview she promised.
4PM it is and I call her to the cabaña. I said "this
is simple, I ask you a question and you answer it slowly so I have
time to punch it in to the keyboard". Yes? Okay, here is how
it went:
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