The Day in Manhattan with JC

"Thought Medley," the entry prior to this one was written and there I mentioned something about meeting my ex-highschool classmate, JC Martinez; we were gong to meet in Manhattan since he's here for vacation. I haven't really seen any familiar face from CSA since I had my going-away-bash at my pad last April, so I was pretty much excited to see his 'friggin face again.

It went well. We basically roamed around the entirety of Manhattan ON FOOT and checked out some grade A caucasian meat. You seldom find those types of chicks in the Philippines. Thus, our eyes were peeled at everybody. Everybody decent enough to look at, that is. I remember this one hot-ass babe walked pass by us with some terrible looking dude and I was like, "What the fuck? I bet the guy's rich." The lady was pretty compelling given that she possessed a svelt body, a blessed posterior and was, in fact, erotically exotic. Why, you pose the query? She is French. I think French ladies are pretty magnetizing. It's their accent, dammit!

We gallavanted aimlessly until we got hungry. We ate steaks and baked potatoes drenched in some greasy liquid. Oil, perhaps?

After resting in some park at the heart of Manhattan, something caught our eye. It was some guy swimming inside a glass globe filled with water. Can you guess who the guy was? It was DAVID BLAINE!

We came, we saw and we left...

It wasn't really what we expected it to be. I guess they were still preparing for the ACTUAL presentation. I heard David was going to stay inside that globe for a couple of weeks. What would he think of next?

Rather than fulfilling our roles as itenerants, we just went on back to his hotel, The Manhattan Club. I waited for my mom to fetch me and she coerced JC to stay in the house for the night since he's leaving in a couple of days. After which, all of us called it a day.