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WEEKEND LOGS

Fri, 12AM: Trixy and her team just got out of Sunset Bowling Lanes. Three hours of torture, err, rolling an 8lb ball she can hardly carry. The winners were handed their prizes. And she, another Bowl of Shame to her name.

Fri, 1120PM: After having been given the wrong directions, Trixy and friends managed to meet with other officemates in a downtown Portland bar. But they had already lost the other car in convoy with them after their driver beat a couple of red lights because he got so engrossed in the conversation. They no longer had time for a drink as they had to go to the airport.

Sat, 1210AM: Trixy and friends are circling around in Portland. I-84 is closed and nobody knew an alternate route. After approaching a cop for directions, they were finally on their way.

Sat, 1235AM: They picked up a friend whose flight from Manila was a nightmare. Two cancelled flights in NAIA. Her plane in HK landed back after a couple of hours in the air due to engine trouble.

Sat, 1245AM. The gang dropped by Bar 71 in Portland for a few drinks.

Sat, 210AM. The waiters shoo'd them out of the bar. Closing time. They were unhappy but they decided to drop by Safeway to buy an 18-pack.

Sat, 240AM: They discovered the State did not allow alcohol to be sold after 230AM. The thirsty bunch were devasted but unfazed. There was enough beer supply at home.

Sat, 530AM: 5 figures on the floor in a state of drunkenness and sleep.

Sat, 6PM. xXx. Nobody cared that it was a mindless action movie. Diesel's magnificent bod was more than enough attraction. The boys did not mind the action sequences or girls in the movie, either. Trixy can't stop daydreaming about Diesel.

Sat, 10PM. Dinner, beer and Godfather II. Trixy wondered why it took her all these years to watch the classic.

Sun, 3AM. Slightly intoxicated, Trixy went home. She watched Godfather. She is now a certified movie fan of the trilogy.

Sun, 1PM. Trixy woke up with another hang over. She cleaned up her apartment, picked up her mail and went back to sleep.

Sun, 9PM. Shoot. Where did the day go?

Mon, 230AM. Trixy just got off from an offshore meeting. She wonders if she can keep up with this vampire-lifestyle. Or if she will ever tire of it. She dismisses the ugly thoughts. And begins to blog.

Mon 3AM. Happy birthday, Madz! :)






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