Last night, mack was a bit down so we decided to have a couple of beers. Three bars and 11 bottles later, me and mack are at a bar where the gay crowd dominate the dance floor and the singers of the band shriek too much that I could only decipher “Merci, merci”. A bottle smashing at the table a few feet from ours had me wishing that a rumble is on the works to make the night even adorable. Noticed five underage boys in the table front of us, trying to act tough, the youngest in the green shirt and looks like a 10 year old sniffs repeatedly into his cigarette, while the one in the white shirt, the one macky pointed out as cute, reminds me a little of my brother. I keep reminding mack that if some guy will dance with us, and he permits, I’ll totally scram. Leave him with the bills and all. People are dancing, smoke was billowing and I’m busy keying these words into my mobile. I’m such a freak.
The night started out pretty quiet, me and mack just downing beer bottles at Catribo before we shifted to an animated discussion of the one thing that drive us crazy, lovelife. His lovelife is making his entire life difficult and talks of suicide were in the premises. Soon, the place was too quiet for me and I just do not like the quiet. It suffocates me and makes me dwell on negative thoughts so it was decided that we transfer to Larsian, where a band we knew, the Junkyard plays nightly. Called Yan and Hy on speakerphone while driving aimlessly in macky’s car. Our other close friends, them accomplished ground stewardesses, are also struggling with their own issues there in faraway land. We shouted, giggled, joked until the load ran out. That was bittersweet. I glanced over to the backseat, where Yan and Hy usually sit while I’m at the passenger seat with my feet propped up the grey upholstery, reminiscing the days and nights we spent in macky’s car, all the kwentos, the dissing other people, and singing our hearts out to the tune of Aaron Carter’s “Crazy little party girl, how I love her….”
At Larsian, RB, the lead vocals and also on guitars, welcomed us by name, to the chagrin of the patrons there, I supposed. We ordered bottles and fries and do what we usually do. Drink, kwento, sing along, pee, and pee some more. I urged mack to let all his emotions out but he couldn’t because I was giggling. He says that I still could laugh now, but when the time comes when im finally the one hurting, he’ll laugh a lot louder. After the set, our favourite club music was blaring in the sound system that we just had the itch to move and dance. Fast forward after paying the bills ( why do we call them chit, any way? ), we are in alejandras where a couple of men tried to dance with us but walked away empty handed. Macky said that I’ll be an old maid if I keep up with the bitch-maldita-mataray me. But, he couldn’t afford to have me walk out on him, which I actually did when the two guys sitting behind us started offering dance and cigars. I could be pretty bitchy at times, well, ok im pretty bitchy most of the time, he just ran after me, hee hee hee, but not after scolding me and illustrating my behaviour as a numbah one reason for my just non-existing lovelife.
Then we hit the road but I aint in the mood to go home just yet so I convinced him to drive all the way to Karagasan to “relive our college days” where we spend most of the time travelling to Ayala, where Yan and Hy lived, but not after I gassed up his car. The drive up there was awfully quiet, with one of us occasionally giving a comment or two. Then finally I told him to turn back. It’s time to go back. Adulthood has really its perks and hazards. The stuff we usually do when we were younger were such great moments that doing that again makes me feel young, not juvenile. Pretty random. That was what we were when we were younger. Decisions were made in split seconds, planning is non existent, and life comes and goes and we managed to have fun despite disastrous moments.
It’s cool to make random stuff some times; especially when you’re getting older and things are getting a lot complicated. Sigh, I wish I’m just a kid again, or at least a college student. I wish I could turn back time, back to the time when making random decisions is a way of life.
