While we were eating at the baptismal party, we suddenly decided we should go out for a swim since everybody is free for the weekend. Talk about spontaneity.

So we convinced one of our friends to ask permission from his dad to use their house and pool in Pansol for the weekend. He was at first hesitant saying his dad might not agree on a very short notice. Besides, the pool has no water yet. He said, if we asked the pool to have water, the pool will be ready by midnight. Anyway, his dad agreed.

So off we went!

But by midnight, the water was so hot! Quite expectedly, Mikee didn’t want to swim. She cried when daddy plunged in with her. The next morning, the water was still hot. Again, Mikee didn’t want to swim. But I honestly think if I can swim, Mikee will swim as well. But I don’t think my doctor will be very happy.

Oh well.

Anyway, Mikee woke up several times on our first night there. She was crying to see a different room. (Note: this is a ten-bedroom house with no one living there. The house helps have a different house on the lower part of the lot) But the freaky thing was, Mikee was pointing at someone/something at the foot of our beds while crying.

Yikes!

Last weekend, we went to a baptism at Sta. Rita church. I love this church ‘coz the posts, the doors, the Schlage and the like, looks old. Everything looks aged with time. In fact, hubby and I considered this church for us to be wed. (Unfortunately for hubby, I suddenly remember that I’d want to be wed on any church in Intramuros hehehe)

Then the baptismal party was held at Tramway. The place was spacious and subdivided so there were several parties being held simultaneously. Chinese food was served, more than enough for everyone.

What I didn’t like about Tramway were the servers. They were very impolite! The spoon/fork sets were sent sliding into our table. Duh?! It was a baptismal party, not a mahjong party.

With our experience, I will never recommend this place. Not only the servers represent the restaurant, for that day, they represent the party itself. Tsk, tsk.