The Mix

We spent the weekend at Las Vegas, on the same hotel where Manny Pacquiao had his match with David Diaz. Mandalay Bay Hotel, as expected was crowded with FIlipinos, Mexicans, and other boxing enthusiasts. Mum, and her friends got tickets for the match, and since I wasn't a Pacman fan, I didn't watch it with them; however, it was very unforutnate for my younger brother because he wants to see the match lve as well, but my mum didn't get him a ticket assuming he wanted to go to the arcades instead. My mum also happened to forgot about my brother going to the arcade after the match was done and she started playing pai gow and blackjack at the hotel's casino. My poor brother just stayed in the hotel room and watched iCarly until mum's bf joined him and watched World Poker Tour.

I was invited by my aunt on my father's side to go up to the 64th floor of the hotel. It took me 2 hours to figure out how to get to the said floor, because first, I got directed to ride this lift that's supposed to take me up the penthouse, unfortunately, I don't have the key to activate said lift. Went back to fall in line in the front desk and the lady there gave me a map. In the vast hotel and casino, I lost my way a couple of times, until I saw The Mix, or the long line forming outside of it. Good thing my aunt got me in the guest list, I only fell in line for about an hour and so. I saw Bella Flores and Robert Jaworski got in before me, but it still didn't give me the slightest idea that I was about to go to Pacquiao's victory party. So imagine my shock when I got in that master's suite-like place and saw Chavit Singson and the Bello-ized wife of Manny looking like one of those Mexican hos I saw everyday in the mall, with this almost midget guy with bandages on his hand, yup, it was Pacman himself, alright..saw them when I was about to leave because that wasn't my crowd in that place. People there were to old and too political for me, I felt suffocated! Besides, I was wearing one of my clubbin' dresses and sexy heels, what if one of those ecchi/hentai politicians saw me and thought with their inferior head? Baka makapagtaray at mapa-away lang ako nang wala sa oras. My aunt's guestlist, Bella Flores, and Robert Jaworski should have given me a clue already what to expect.

I went back to the casino and played slots and drunk cocktails to drown my frustration. I wasn't able to take a dip in that raging water pool, and I wasn't able to get into a "decent" club since my friend from Vegas had an emergency, a gf emergency. At least luck smiled upon me and I won ten bucks playing slut, ahermn..slots.