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Last night, got out of the office at 9pm, after porrfing reading the mechanics for this his promo (mechanics which were written a week ago and could have been checked by client way back then, but they didn't.)

So, needless to say, I was the last one to arrive at my birthday dinner.
A grand entrance. :)
All of the guys were seated at the furthest table in the back.
The moment I entered the restaurant, they started to sing happy birthday and didn't stop til I got to the table.
Wonderful!
What can I say, I was the star of the whole place. :) he he he

We had our fill. I think we ordered something from every page of the menu.

Ended up at Dencio's afterwards for a couple of drinks.
This branch is connected to a Par-mini-golf-place.
College kids were all over the holes. (hmmm... that didn't sound too good)
Anyway, guess they missed that Par44 craze when it all started years ago.
Geez... I feel old.

Got the Assunta canlendar from Mark and Petite.
Yeah... something to keep me happy all year `round. :)

Today, Saturday, got out of the house 6pm.

Met up with Dave, Carl, and Arvie at Megamall.
Carlo "Avatar" Santos later joined.
It was fun to be with the guys again and talk about comics books.
More fun was seeing all the new artwork from all of them.
I half-expected Dave to whipp out a new script from his bag, but he had nothing new to show.
He did say that he's been rewriting the AVATAR scripts.

Carl's new project is damn funny! Scheduled for a summer release.
We already figured out who to cast for the movie version.
We'll pitch it to Viva as soon as the book is done. :)

Got to see some pin-ups and sketches of AVATAR from Carlo.

Arvie showed me sketches and breakdowns for the anthology story.

Well, seems like 2002 is going to be an exciting year for comic books.





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