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No More Drinks for That Guy...

I woke up a couple of hours ago, after sleeping 8 hours. Started sleeping at around 430 in the morning and then woke up around 1 pm. Haven't eaten lunch yet, or anything real from then till now, but I'm not complaining. I've had too much fun yesterday, it's almost unimaginable for me to complain.

Gimmick at Blue Onion at Eastwood, Libis. That was one fine place, and with family around me, it felt so much better. Went out with counsins from the first and second degree and we had so much fun, some things couldn't be mentioned out of discretion. However, I will have to say that alcohol gets to me pretty well (not quick, but just effectively). I've pretty much freaked out my cousins with my dance moves, and am just thankful that we're family.

After the gimmick, I treated my cousins to shawarma and kebab at this place at Quezon Avenue (Mr. Kebab is the place if I recall correctly) and I've been treated to the best shawarma and kebab I've ever had. That's a place I could certainly get used to.

Chill...

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  1. Mr. Kebab has great shawarma, among other things. I ate there one wee morning (around 4am, IIRC) during the after-hours of a gimmick with my cow orkers.

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  2. Mr. Kebab was serving shawarma before the '90s shawarma craze. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the first.

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  3. Hehe.. Aside from cow orkers, we also have horse orkers around our workplace.. And goat orkers, too..

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