The Triumvate
I spent the lunar new year alone in manila again, I stayed in a hotel in the middle of chinatown so that I could get the feel of the holidays but it wasn’t much fun though, the streets were crowded with people because some tv network brought in show biz people up in some parade around chinatown and everybody around was dying to get to see them. Its not like that they could even touch them or anything but they just went plain mad watching, and its not like they’re part of the new year at all and I’ll bet these people on the parade don’t even know that it’s the lunar new year if not for their agents telling them to dress in red and join the parade at chinatown and leave the crowd going bonkers.
Anyway I had some beers over at my room watching the mayhem from my window with some chinese dumplings for take out, I couldn’t eat at any restaurant downstairs because they were full of chinese families in red eating together so I just had to buy anything that was already up for grabs and I ended up with dumplings, they were so easy to buy because you could just point at anything that looks good and save yourself from reading any menu, they all tasted great though.
Keloyd’s old man bit the dust on the lunar new year and he was also in manila over the weekend, he was going to have some beers in makati with his friends and I was planning to drop by him to see him if he’s feeling fine or something because he’s probably down. Imer was also in makati avenue playing ball and we were going to have some beers ourselves later too. I was riding the jeep on taft avenue when another old friend jom smsed me up asking how was I doing, I told him I was about to meet imer at makati avenue and if he wanted to join us for beers, but he found the place too far because he’s in sampaloc and what chance it was because sampaloc was only a few blocks away from my hotel. So just I got down from my ride and called him that I was there and maybe we could just let imer come over. I felt imer will come over because the funny thing was me, imer and jom used to be the triumvate of drunkards in our class and it has been a very long while since we met the three of us altogether again, on occasion only two guys could meet, it was like some reunion we’ve been waiting to happen. But the problem was I had a plane to catch at five in the morning, much less I should have seen keloyd after what happened to his old man.
I think the thought of having a plane to catch at five in the morning made me hold on to my senses the whole night even after I had ten bottles of beer, I swear I was crazy to drink that much. All I could remember was I left them at three in the morning, had coffee in my hotel and slept at the taxi to the airport. I woke up and my head was still spinning so I had to hold on to the airport luggage cart with my stuffs while walking to the check in counter and then slept at the airport again, I woke up the second time and went up the plane and slept at my seat again. The third time I woke up it was daybreak and I was already at the airport back home, my brother fetched me up at the airport and I told him I’ll drive because I knew my brother is not fond of driving at all but he said
“you look wasted, I’ll drive”
Then I slept again, by the time I woke up it was way past seven and I was staring at my desk at my room and thinking about what to do at work later when I began to goddam realize… how the hell did I manage to travel 300 miles back home like that?
Anyway I had some beers over at my room watching the mayhem from my window with some chinese dumplings for take out, I couldn’t eat at any restaurant downstairs because they were full of chinese families in red eating together so I just had to buy anything that was already up for grabs and I ended up with dumplings, they were so easy to buy because you could just point at anything that looks good and save yourself from reading any menu, they all tasted great though.
Keloyd’s old man bit the dust on the lunar new year and he was also in manila over the weekend, he was going to have some beers in makati with his friends and I was planning to drop by him to see him if he’s feeling fine or something because he’s probably down. Imer was also in makati avenue playing ball and we were going to have some beers ourselves later too. I was riding the jeep on taft avenue when another old friend jom smsed me up asking how was I doing, I told him I was about to meet imer at makati avenue and if he wanted to join us for beers, but he found the place too far because he’s in sampaloc and what chance it was because sampaloc was only a few blocks away from my hotel. So just I got down from my ride and called him that I was there and maybe we could just let imer come over. I felt imer will come over because the funny thing was me, imer and jom used to be the triumvate of drunkards in our class and it has been a very long while since we met the three of us altogether again, on occasion only two guys could meet, it was like some reunion we’ve been waiting to happen. But the problem was I had a plane to catch at five in the morning, much less I should have seen keloyd after what happened to his old man.
I think the thought of having a plane to catch at five in the morning made me hold on to my senses the whole night even after I had ten bottles of beer, I swear I was crazy to drink that much. All I could remember was I left them at three in the morning, had coffee in my hotel and slept at the taxi to the airport. I woke up and my head was still spinning so I had to hold on to the airport luggage cart with my stuffs while walking to the check in counter and then slept at the airport again, I woke up the second time and went up the plane and slept at my seat again. The third time I woke up it was daybreak and I was already at the airport back home, my brother fetched me up at the airport and I told him I’ll drive because I knew my brother is not fond of driving at all but he said
“you look wasted, I’ll drive”
Then I slept again, by the time I woke up it was way past seven and I was staring at my desk at my room and thinking about what to do at work later when I began to goddam realize… how the hell did I manage to travel 300 miles back home like that?
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