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Friday, June 21, 2002

BRAZIL WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got very pissed at the people at NSG (National Sports Grill). Remember i said that i made reservations? It was already 230 and I had come from my client's office and was stuck in traffic when Bianca (who's meeting me there too) called and said that the marketing asst. of NSG (who happens to be her friend) called her and said that we better get there ASAP because they might give our table away. So i call the marketing asst. and tell her that I'm just stuck at traffic but I'm a couple of blocks away from greenbelt. She only told me to hurry up. I also got in touch with my hunny and asked him if he was near already. He said he was. I breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few minutes, my boyfriend calls me up and tells me that he's already there and the receptionist had told him that there was no reservation under my name. When i got to the mall, I brisk walked to the restaurant. Leeds had found his friend and sat with him first while waiting for me. The place was soooooo packed with people. I approach the receptionist and tell her i have a reservation...

Receptionist: (flips through the reservation list) Ah yes, you're on Table 421. (then she looks at me and gives a little smile)
Me: Uh...where's Table 421??? (did she really expect me to know where the table was? Sheesh!)
Receptionist: oh okay..follow me.

When we got to table 421, there were a couple of men seated already.

Me: there are people sitting on my table.
Receptionist: ay.... (looks at her watch) You're late kasi eh.
Me: my companion was here early and he said that your reservations people told him that there was no reservation under my name.
Receptionist: I guess they gave your table to someone else because you were late.
(then she walks off) She doesn't even apologize.

That bitch! The worse thing was, i snapped at my boyfriend for leaving me there all alone. (I'm truly sorry, baby) And to top it all off, i had just gotten my period today. So go figure how cranky I was. My friends and i eventually found some seats and were able to watch the game. But i dont think I will ever forgive NSG for what they did to me this afternoon. I have been patronizing them (inspite of their exorbitant prices) since they opened last year. God knows how much they've made out of me. They suck! Their service sucks big time as well (and i'm not saying this just because i'm pissed at them. The service is slower than a moron.) So I'm not going to go there anymore (no matter how much i love their fries. Its fattening, anyway.). Or if i do, I'm not ordering anything and they will no longer get a single centavo out of my pocket.

I should tell them to send a "Thank You" card to the World Cup because they made so much money out of them. I bet my ass that after the championships, the restaurant will look like a cemetery again. Hahaha!!!

Of course I'm watching the game between Germany and USA tonight. But I'm watching at Gweilos, a better and much cheaper alternative.

Its a good thing you guys won. Otherwise, I'd be super duper pissed right now.

Bunny @ Friday, June 21, 2002

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Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, ~~wonders when she'll quit smoking~~, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much ~~(if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first)~~. Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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