Or, alternatively — the yearend high school reunion
It was certainly no Romy and Michelle, but only because no one lied about inventing post-its, and there was very little dancing, but still — my high school reunion was, in every way, the perfect way to cap the year.
Last year marked ten years since graduation, and so perhaps it really was just fitting that my high school friends finally got to meet Andrea before the year ended, and that I finally got to meet Day’s husband-to-be, Joel, before their wedding bells start tolling this May.
Whew. In 2001, who would have thought this dinner — ten years in the future, at Crisostomo in Resorts World, plus drinks later in Carlo’s office — would turn out to be anything close to that.
We bumped into Mary first, at the bathroom in Resorts World, and what surprised me, mostly, were her high heels. We checked around the mall for dining options, sadly noting that it was this big airconditioned smoking area, before settling for a table at Crisostomo, a restaurant which serves Filipino fare.
Danica arrived soon after with Day and Joel, followed by Gino and Carlo, who was only briefly popping out from his night work duty.
True to form, Andrea was her usual charming self, talking easily to the girls about nails and lashes, gamely taking photos and putting songs into the videoke queue later that night.
At some point, Andrea slipped out of the restaurant to drop by Serenitea at the top floor, only to return with her nails painted a different color each, courtesy of some generous sales lady at Face Shop.
Danica demanded to know why I had taken this long to introduce Andrea; Day said, “I love her!” I said, “Me too!” Haha.
In summary: Well, I think that went over well.
That night’s strangest moment: Me and Andrea in Carlo’s luxury SUV, on the way to his office for drinks. We were talking about, of all things, the importance (or non-importance) of abs.
“Ok lang na wala akong abs… me pera naman ako.”
True, true words, hahaha. Throughout that short trip I don’t think we even stopped talking, until we arrived at 7-Eleven to buy the requisite booze.
Here’s a true miracle right here: Remember, he used to be that boy, and so to anyone who has ever asked if anything’s ever going to stop feeling like high school, well. Here’s your answer.