excess baggage and inscrutable minds

Got the Mango bag earlier. Bummer I had to pick it up from JRS Express in Lemery instead of it being delivered straight to my doorstep like with Air21. But aside from that gripe, I'm pretty much satisfied with the bag itself. It's made of soft black leather with simple lines and nice details on the handles. Lovely.

Speaking of bags, Mama won the two bags she [I] was bidding on. One was pretty easy since there were no other bidders--I was able to convince the seller to end the auction early. However, I had to fight for the other, literally to the last minute. Seems someone else wanted the bag just as badly as my mother does, and posted a steep maximum bid. In the end I was able to beat her by a few pesos. Haha.

Anywho, I'm pretty excited about our trip. I went online and checked out the hotel we'll be staying in while there, and it looked pretty decent, if not downright classy. There's even a shuttle service for going downtown. We could check out the Temple Street Night Market without having to worry about how to get back to the hotel. Convenient indeed.

I don't even have to worry about the food. I mean, I vowed I'd try not to be so finicky and eat the local dishes, but if worst comes to worst and all they serve are veggies--though I doubt it--there's a McDonald's just a turn of a corner from the hotel. Potential lifesaver for a picky eater like me!

I have to remember to ask Franco about the food and the shopping and just about everything else since he's been there before. Pester him, more like, since he isn't exactly the type who'd launch into the whole story at the first question. Haha. Whatever. He's sure to kid me about it one way or another, but I'll get the truth out of him. He didn't call me Kulet for nothing after all. Ha.

Speaking of him, for the life of me I just could not get why he's so hell-bent on earning money. Scratch that, everyone wants to have money. What I meant was, why he still keeps working and working and working to the point of burning himself out. He constantly bitches about the stress from work, yet he actually seemed incredulous when I suggested he take a breather. Like, hello?

Still, inscrutable as his mind is sometimes, fact remains I love him, no questions asked. Is he lucky, or is he lucky? Haha.