A portent of things to come

Very few people know me well enough to know that I have a violent streak. It seems that LP has a thing for violence, too. And it's not just her swordplay with the boys next door. Nor our wrestling matches every weekend morning.

Get a load of that big smile on her face. Big gun, eh? Taken last week, at the gun show in Megamall. That wide smile was nothing compared to how she reacted to the shotguns and M16s. She literally squeezed through a throng of grown men just to get a better look.

One Big Fight!!!

Yeah, I forgot to bring my Cybershot with me, so I had to make do with my cameraphone.

So there's Da Manny making his grand entrance. See the smoke? He's somewhere there. Look closely. If you look hard enough, you'll find Waldo, too. Oh, and I finally heard it live: Let's get rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrready to rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumble!!!

And there's the match. Twelve spectacular rounds. One thing I can say about Larios is that he's a real sport. Accepted defeat graciously...he's a champ in my book.

At the lobby, right after the big match. Jesus...alcohol was everywhere! Beer, scotch, wine, tequila. And the food! Oh, the food!!! Catered by Cibo. We thought the spread was for the VIPs, but nobody stopped us when we tried to nip a beer and some grub...so we ended up staying for another hour. Alcohol units consumed by 1pm: one beer, one glass of red wine, five shots of tequila.

Celebrities! Here's my pic with Gary V. and manager-wife Angeli Pangilinan. (Sorry, Ms. Pangilinan, my photographer isn't used to shooting away with a cameraphone.) I'd have posed with Keanna Reeves...thank God I wasn't that drunk.