pritchon chic

I had a pritchon overdose. In my long gown finery - and this was according to Gerbie who I can't believe was COUNTING! - I had EIGHT of those rolled up pritchons. Four huge pieces in the lobby, alternating between the hoisin sauce one and the mayo (during pre-cocktails were everybody was waiting for the doors of Rigodon ballroom to open) and another four inside the ballroom. That was in between sips of champagne and cosmopolitan...which surprisingly was so bagay with the pritchon.
The pritchon made me have some sort of heartburn I think; plus, it was awfully warm inside the ballroom (it really WAS, and I was not having hot flashes as Liza I.C. hinted. I looked around and saw very young girls sweating and making paypay, so I knew it wasn't just moi.) The cholesterol overdose, plus the heat, plus my high heels made me sort of dizzy, sort of happy-chatty, sort of wanting to sit down, sort of wanting to go to the rest room to rest - which I did. NO it was not a shoe-kahan encore, puh-leeze. I have grown up since three months ago. It was just a very delicious, 'floaty' sort of feeling brought about by eating pritchon while sipping chic drinks.

Oh by the way this was the launch of T__ magazine. Yes -- another super fab magazine! ang dami na...

And now, about the resurrected gown --- I must say, in all humility, it looked rather - no, not rather - absolutely (!!!) spectacular - or so some people said, like ALV, CRL and other people whose opinions I truly respect..haha. It may have been circa 2004, but that was 27 pounds ago, when my upper body was all skinny and almost plateau-ish gay-ish... Now, with the added 'womanly poundage', the hills are alive, with a valley - or gorge - to boot! tee hee.

Posting a picture of the gown here but of course it looks rather drab and lonely without the hills and valley... :)