Girls Night Out.

T. and I celebrated my bingo win that night and went out to shake them booties. It was rather a mild night; we had a few drinks (long island iced teas / piña coladas), and enjoyed the music.

One of my favorite club hits currently:

All The Games People Play.

After staying at the resort for more than 10 days now, we finally managed to take part in the daily hotel activities they offer their guests. We started off with at 1100 hrs with air rifle shooting. I lost. As in like I was really the last one on the list with whopping 6 points or so while the others had 20 points at least.

After lunch, and a short walk around the block, we proceeded with beach bowls at 1400 hrs. The goal was to throw your metal ball as close to the target ball as possible. My talent of focusing on target and aiming for it still has not improved yet since this morning. The game was fun but in spite of all the enthusiasm I felt, I lost. No big deal.

 

1600 hrs was dart time. Now that was something I was actually familiar of and even got to play sometime in my past. I did have a few good throws, but they still were of no 1st-place quality. So guess what? I lost. I’m starting to get comfy with it, however. Practice makes perfect, you know. One positive side effect of being such a chronic loser though is that you get to know people people get to know you. They even tend to dig you more than the game winners. So, yeah, that was pretty cool

Last game for today was horseshoe pitching. I scored a few points during the first rounds. But you know the story. I did it again. And we all ended up celebrating my successful and continuous series of defeats.

We also bought tickets for tonight’s bingo game. My friend bought one, I bought two. And you know what?? I won. I got five digits right. TWICE. Now how’s that for a compensation? I got 2 bunches of some cool deals: 2 boxes of Turkish delights (which have been ingurgitated by some avid fellows that very night) , Ali Baba slippers, 2 bottles of red wine from Pamukkale, 2 gift coupons for a back massage in the hotel’s spa, and a spice collection.

Even a blind squirrel finds a nut .

Out and About.

n a shopping spreeeeeeee!

Dernier.

The backstage stir was still there, but I could feel a strong sense of confidence in the air as well. I swear it whispered in my ear: “You guys will rock”. Well then. Whatever you say, Stage Fairy.

Tonight was the dernier, the last full show. As much as I fought back tears during the last scene (which I always did backstage since the premiere, mind you), this time I was not able to hold back two liters of teardrops. Luckily, one fellow actress got teary-eyed as well – so what the heck – I rode with it. I wasn’t quite sure if we lamented (just a tiny little bit) the end of our show, or our leading actor’s death (he died every night since the premiere, and he died the last time tonight).

About 9 hours, 17 cigs, 5 jumbo-party pizzas (from which I had 2 whopping slices of), and many many drinks and fits of laughter later, the daylight marked the beginning of a new day. Then we headed home.

 

 

Because all good things must come to an end.

 

 

 

ESP.

I sent my best friend a text message today asking her to finally give me a sign of her existence as I have not heard from her since weeks now. It totally bowled me over when she wrote back that she actually sent me an e-mail a few hours before. You see, we have this thing about doing certain stuff at the same time without even knowing it. I recall one moment when we actually wrote each other a letter on the very same day. We were indeed dumbfounded by this coincidence when we gave each other our letters in school the next day (it was on a Monday; we wrote the letters on a Saturday). There were times when I suddenly just get the urge to talk to her, when as she would actually have the need of talking to someone saner than her at that very moment.

Well now, 11 years later and about 10,500 km further, our ESP for each other still never seems to evanesce.

8 years ago.