Eyes open
Saturday, April 28th, 2007My eyes are half open - the soup and liempo Sunday lunch left me satisfyingly full, and coupled with a few hours of sleep, I’ll be cooped up in my air-conditioned room in a little while. I’m just waiting for House MD S03E19 to download and I’ll be off to Dreamland. I swear, this will be the last of my puyat days. Otherwise, I’ll come down with a fever by next week.
It had been a great Saturday night, for it had been months since the caf got together for dinner. Unfortunately only about half of the group was there, but I guess we all missed each other that we pushed through with the plan anyway. Tenten picked me up at home, while Buddy and Vicki were looking for Julie’s in Dampa in Macapagal Avenue, contemplating if Claire dela Fuente’s restaurant is any good, or we’d be better off with Charley’s Teppanyaki in Harbour Square.
Ten and I arrived around 8:30 and we decided to settle in the 2nd floor of Dungkaan Restaurant just above the makeshift comedy club with all those screaming fags.
We finished our market trip just before Sidney arrived and Lery arrived just as we started to wolf down garlic shrimps, liempo and baked oysters. The squid? They gave it to another table by mistake! When they replaced it, we were too full to finish even half. The diet? I let it sail past Corregidor for all I care
Neil’s going to take care of me tomorrow and Thursday anyway (D-oh! I mentioned him again, rats…)
What else can we do but talk about IT and work (bo-ring!) and of course reminisce about our college days (I think Vicki was a grade schooler then hahaha) that sent us all in stitches. SARAP TALAGA TUMAWA! We’ve been friends for 11 years now and I hope we can still get together like this even in our 40’s or 60’s… Tenten has pics from last night which I still have to grab from her blog.
She took me to Central BBQ at BF around midnight but it was so packed that we found ourselves at Starbucks Franck Provost in ATC because it was the only one open. Throughout the joyride, I updated her of defining moments that transpired since 2005. Marami yon! Now, I no longer have secrets to keep. Over a Java Chip Frap, an Iced Caramel Macchiato and a slice of Sansrival, we mulled over the intricacies and complexities of our 27 years of existence. Was it until 2:30am? In the wee hours of the morning, words exchanged made me awake more than the coffee.
Yes, Tenten. The absence of certain actions do speak volumes. But things only get better and better, and these little improvements only bring excitement for what lies ahead. There are so many things we can still do, and so many things can happen even in the next few days. I’m glad I had this very long and reflective conversation with you, I really needed it. It’s high time I quit cold turkey, and I’m hoping for the best.