Yesterday, the original (twitter) meet-up time was between 12 noon and 1pm. But around that time, I was just still preparing. Because I am a late-riser, all I had before I left home was brunch. When I came to our meet-up place, they have finished eating. So I had to order a solo meal. They continued on chatting while I eat listening to their chat. We planned on hopping to Starbucks so that Joy and Aggie could connect to the net while we continue on bashing someone. Joke!

When it was time to go, I was supposed to say, “bill out na tayo“. But instead I said, “log out na tayo“.

Don’t you think I’m spending too much time in the cyberworld?

Here are some pics I grabbed from Litz’ flickr:

On my way to our meet-up, I realized how early it was. Yes, it is Friday but it used to be that at that hour, I am likely to be still in bed. Meet-ups were scheduled usually at 8pm the earliest. But now that mommies were meeting up, it wasn’t a night out. It was lunch and coffee meet-up.

It turned out that I wasn’t the only one who have this observation. One mom related that once she went out with friends on a late night to be “in” and cool. But instead of “chillaxin”, she was yawning at 10pm.

Expectedly, at 6pm, everyone was in a hurry to leave.

I have been waiting for an airfare promo and last Tuesday, an officemate informed me that there is. I checked it at once and informed our friends. We have been planning to go on a trip to the beach for the longest time. I thought this would be a good opportunity. Everyone agreed although one couple would like a breakdown of the total expenses. Everything went well and settled with an agreement.

Yesterday, we bought the tickets (finally!) for 10 adults and 1 toddler (DDs’s ticket costs as much as an adult’s) but instead of the initially planned dates of March 6-8, Fri-Sun, we opted to schedule the trip on March 4-6 Wed-Fri to make sure we could squeeze in more swimming time. Just the same, I know this would be super fun!

As planned, hubby and I went out last Friday. The original plan was a date, just the two of us. But it was already 8pm and I was still working. Plus I was busy looking for Los Angeles jobs online. So instead of a dinner date, we went out with friends for a late night fun.

I’ve been holding off alcohol for more than a year now. I was always worrying about its effect in case I’m pregnant. Alas, it has been more than a year now since I last breastfed Mikee and free to have some alcohol in my system, I am still not pregnant. Haha.

I’m telling you, at the first sip of my ice cold beer, it felt like I’ve released all the stress (I got from my work). The sad thing though, after just 3 bottles of beer, I was drunk. That’s ok because as hubby has always said, we’re not 21 anymore. (Ok, honestly, even when I was younger, I can only handle 4-5 bottles of beer. Beyond that, I’d start throwing up.)

Now I’m ready for Monday.