My father and I left the house to meet my sister and her husband at Trinoma pretty much as planned. We had actually gotten there a bit early, but when we finally rendezvous at the Jollibee there, it turned out that we weren’t going to be visiting their house after all; apparently the place was still under some modification, specifically the garage, so the place was a bit of a mess. Oh well. Instead of heading straight for the Ansons store inside the mall, we had some lunch, which was timely since neither me nor tatay ate before leaving the house.
We ate at a close-by Mang Inasal, but once our hunger was sated, we walked over to the appliance store (which was on the second floor), where the couple started browsing for appliances for their new house – specifically a new washing machine, refrigerator, desk fan, and two-burner stove. While they were figuring out which models to buy, I excused myself and looked around the nearby houseware stores — I was looking for a display case for my Warhammer 40k models, and I wanted to see what the price range was so I could save up for it. Didn’t find anything that might fit in my room though, so I might have to check elsewhere.
At that point I actually lost them (it turns out they were just deeper in the Ansons store), so I figured that I could do some looking around myself. I wandered around a bit, tried out some hats that might look good on me (I have a weakness for sunhats), before going back to the appliance store, where I found my sister impatiently waiting for me.
Anyway my sister’s group finally settled on which models and appliance brands they wanted, and with tatay paying via credit card this time, set things up so that the appliances would just be delivered to their house. After the signing of documents and receipts involved, it was back to the MRT, so we can finally get home.
Except for yours truly. My father wanted me to buy a power drill, for future use at home (likely to be used poking holes in the walls above our windows to put in the holders for the blinds), and just in case I actually bought one (which I did), my sister immediately would call dibs on it, as she and her husband would use it to place holes to put hooks in. Mmph.
Let me tell you, it was kind of surreal carrying around a power drill case in one hand, and normal purchases (I detoured a bit to buy some polo shirts for a friend) in the other. It was a bit of a hassle trying to get it into the MRT station again, as the security guard had me take everything out, which caused a bit of a bottleneck in the line I was in. With the security guard finally convinced that what I was carrying with me wasn’t going to blow up in their faces, it was a relatively short ride to Edsa, and from there, home.
After which, I jumped into bed for a deserved nap. And so went my weekend.