To end a somewhat dismal week, my friends and I went on a four-hour trip to Subic for Ken’s birthday weekend. A weekend of endless roads and seemingly never-ending chewing. The perfect ingredient for a getaway? Friends, sun and sand! Throw in an LFO playlist (I'm serious) and some alcohol and you’ve got yourself a party. Despite Ken’s wild spirit, I consider this little trip a little on the calm side. More talking; more laughing, less partying – just the way I like it.
As I find it most difficult to translate events into entries, let’s keep this short, shall we?
WHAT: Ken’s frivolous birthday weekend (you can even call it Subic unli weekend if you must)
WHERE: Subic (Subic Park Hotel, Anvaya Cove)
WHEN: December 3-4
WHO: Ken, Troii, Gel, Nicole, Chase, Steph and myself (plus the driver - kuya Mario)
Some shots: (not the in the order of events)
|On the way. Probably listening to Pumped Up Kicks.|
|Nicole having a spontaneous moment at the beach while having a mini-shoot with Steph.|
|The bridge from the lobby to Anvaya's restaurant.|
|Getting a mild migraine attack at Troii's getting-to-know-you-questions during the booze night.|
|Having a few afternoon cocktails (ala bora), and a mouthful of laugh by the beach.|
|Probably diverting our attention during the somewhat scary road to Anvaya.|
|Getting ready for late lunch at Aresi.|
|Making lambing to my best friend, Chase. Does my hair look good short?|
|Finally, a group shot. Check out Steph and Troii's precious moment novelette poses.|
|Drinking tea to close the weekend. Ah, earl grey.|
|Last shot for the road.|
|Meat plus dinner. Best burgers in town, hands down!|
|The couple, Ken and Troii getting ready to eat their steaks.|
|Day 2: drinking by the poolside bar. Fresh mangoes + baileys + chocolate syrup = win!|
As always, the photos are a mix of Steph's and my own.
P.S. Given the lyrics, I can't seem to enjoy Pumped Up Kicks as much as my friends do. I find it rather disturbing. Creeped me out the first time I heard it actually. But I do like the phrase "pumped up kicks" which explains the title. I don't know why I feel the need to explain everything. Really.