Monday, August 01, 2005
Life is Only/ As good as the memories we make/ And I’m taking back what belongs to me—Ataris, “So Long, Astoria”Christian Tubig, a grade school classmate got hitched this weekend in Candelaria, Quezon. After about a thousand SMS exchange with my other elem classmates, two of them finally confirmed they’re attending.
Then they suggested a road trip, whicsh I readily agreed to. Despite Saturday Boss muttering
“kung maatim mo akong iwan, kung di naman ganun kaimportante pupuntahan mo ‘wag na lang” under his breath, I filed my vacation leave, looked for possible routes in
www.waypoints.ph, and scouted the mall for possible Hawaiian dress.
Saturday morning came, Patrick, Marlone (whom I met for the first time since we graduated in 1995), and I began the journey. Sometimes we got so engrossed with our reminiscing that we missed minor turns. But we all took it as part of the adventure.
They’d whine about my driving, ”We’re hitting 120!
Sige nga paabutin mo nga sa 140 yan!” “O, o, iinom pa ng kape habang hawak ang manibela!”
When we finally reached the place, we found Christian spraying the flowers to keep them fresh. He wasn’t expecting that we would actually go to his wedding, he said.
Then he carnapped my baby and made it his bridal car.
But not before we whisked him off to our hotel room and took his last photo as a bachelor. Here’s to the end of independence and the beginning of marital bliss.
It was a beautiful wedding and I liked his bride (she was a one time member of the OnlyF4 club).
We got bored so baaaad before the reception that we couldn’t help but take photos of ourselves in one of the bamboo rafts. Both of them were superstitious lot and if they had their way, the three of us wouldn’t have any pictures together. I had to put my hands down and said “Okay guys, I’ll stay in the middle, that way, I’d be the one who’d die first.”
With all that fresh shrimp, some of us downed several plates while some of us wondered where did all that food go.
The boys wanted me to catch the bridal bouquet… but I ended up with a single white rose.
We capped the night off with a Bacchanalian feast of Cutty Sark. Patrick ended up taking care of us. I got so drunk and Marlone had an asthma attack. Cheers for soon-to-be Doctor Patrick!
Then we turned the wholesome game of icebreaker into a series of sex questions…
Before we got home, the bride thanked us because her own officemates couldn’t come yet there we were…
I told here,
“iba kasi ang elementary”Then Patrick corrected me,
“Iba ang UST elementary.”
2 Comments:
helo ruth hanggang ngaun ang writting powers mo ay hindi pa din nawawala!!! at nakahanap ka pa ng isa pang F4 fanatic like you, good for you!!!
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