Let tell you a funny story. The first time my husband came to the Philippines to meet me. I met him at the airport with my entourage (because i look like nicole of pcd) haha. My sis came, cousin Joan and my fizizzle friend Helen. We were driven by Ninong boyet (who became one of husband best friend). After the initial excitement of meeting such a handsome man, we gathered everything into the van and went down to the roxas boulevard we were trying to get to what my hubby said is the cheap hotels district. :stressed:

Boyet turned the wrong way on one way street and we pulled right up to the front of a police car. :duh: They flipped on their lights and imediately pulled us over. 500php later we were on our way in the right direction. :tongue: We got to the hotel and the sis and the girls were on one room and boyet on the other room. My hubby and I stayed in the honeymoon sweet :mixedup: but nothing happened of course ( don’t even think that). The next day we got ready to go back to Zambales and my husband was paying the bill for the hotel. He told to the clerk why is this bill so high come to find out the gurls and sis they had eaten from the mini bar in the room all night and they had a bunch in their purses. wahaha :rolf: They didn’t know, they thought it was Free ( part of the room). We thought that was so funny even my husband after he grouched for a while. :<3: