At Cris's invitation, we spent the day at Nine Waves to celebrate her grad and Paul Lim's birthday last monday. Attendance was low - Me, Yna, Cris, Paul Lim & Cris (duh!), Jemai, Jon, Greg, and a very late Jonar - which meant more food for everyone, and lunch was on Cris.

For a wave pool resort located in the middle of nowhere, er, San Mateo, it wasn't bad, amenities-wise. If one finds themselves desperate to at least imagine themselves at the beach with waves splashing, this is the place to be, only a good 30 minutes from Philcoa. Warning though, the wave pool is only turned on when there are 25 or more people in the pool (and then turned off when there's suddenly less). And the level of service is quite horrible, and there is the unavoidable and very noticeable blaring of the Nine Waves jingle every fifteen or so minutes. While it may sound like the refuge of the desperate, with the presence of desirable company (as there was today), it becomes almost fancy.

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