The words I planned to write about the preceding week have long gone but the photos are here and ready for viewing. I meant to write a lot. But the essential descriptions are written in the description section for each album and writing any more would only be redundant. Let's have the photos speak for themselves shall we?

So without further choo-choo, here are the albums:
Charades Night
Visit to The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Cafe Boulud Lunch
Cedar Beach, Long Island
Le Cirque Dinner
Brooklyn Flea Market Part Deux
West Village Food Tasting Tour
Louiie's Food tasting event

These are ONLY photos I have, there are more in Louiie, Angel, and Kelly's facebooks. Some of which were photos taken during the time I was working (mostly of Louiie and Kelly gallavanting in Chinatown).

I had one of the best weeks ever. I was soooooo sad to see Louiie go. There might have been tears there, I tell you. She will be back, I know it. SHE KNOWS IT.

Bonus Update! Death of a Lobster

I am currently in the process of sifting and sorting through hundreds of photos taken this past week during Louiie and Angel's visit. From the beach to the restaurant week dinners to the final tasting event plus everything in between, this week has been cramped with laughter and fun. I am terribly sad Louiie's gone, and apparently, so is she. She's now back in Vegas and Angel is with her cousin waiting out the last few days before she heads back to Virginia.

Louiie has planted much of herself in NYC. I think it won't be long before she realizes that she truly wants to move here. Everyone else here has been convincing her to do it but I know she doesn't need convincing at all. I think New York has done it's magic on our loony Louiie. I don't think I will find the need to bug her about coming to visit anymore. She will find her way back here real soon, I'm sure of it.

Until then, we shall make do with her repeated calls at 6am.

Mica and I got home from work at 1:30am from an exhausting day at the restaurant. Angel then layed us down and gave each of us a body and foot massage. At 2:30am, Mica mentions she was hungry and I jokingly told Louiie to make her something. A joke which she took seriously...VERY seriously. I swear in the name of all that is good and holy, I was expecting a very fancy omelet. Roughly half an hour later, she hands us this:

Louiie and Angel MUST stay in New York. This deserves a million daimoku campaign.

I've mentioned it repeatedly. Mica is a dancer. She was formerly a member of Ballet Philippines and is currently a modern dancer by profession. I met her after watching one of her shows last December. I've known her about 8 months now and have lived with her for 6. Somehow I still can't blend the image of Mica as a dancer and how I've come to know her now. Even watching this clip below is surreal to me.

This was in CCP (Cultural Center of the Philippines) last July 5 during her 5-week trip to Manila.

Updated!

I forgot to mention that due to a temporary season break, Mica's dance's company (the one she works for) has taken a break for the summer. She currently joins me serving veggie food to people with no palates. Hahaha! She started two days ago and work has been much more fun since. Specially since Richard disappeared and never came back...the bastard.

Like I really need this to top my ridiculously hellish week.

I've known this for the past few weeks but my mind and my body has not quite digested this piece of information. I have not had any panic attacks or bouts of hysteria yet. Somehow, I feel that it's just here somewhere in my room even if I've turned everything upside down looking for it. Rann has conducted multiple searches in his apartment, where I last saw the damn thing. I brought it over his place last July 4th. I got home that night realizing I didn't have it on me but I relaxed and figured I must have left it at his place along with a few other items I left on my drunken way out.

I feel I have to give up and succumb to the reality that all my files, more importantly, all the photos I took since July 2008, are gone. Irreplaceable, irrevocably, irretrievably GONE. Sure, I have low-resolution copies up on multiply but they will only serve as a reminder that I can never reproduce them, print or showcase them, EVER.

I felt like I had to post this announcement so that I can let it go and start the mourning process.

Let the bouts of hysteria begin.

Any minute now...you will hear screaming all the way from the east coast.