Allan, Charles, John Paul and I attended Erap Carrasco's wedding last Saturday somewhere in Taguig. The taxi taking us there made a wrong turn at the Magallanes cloverleaf and we had to make our u-turn 10 million miles away in order to get back on track. On a minor scale, the same thing happened at the Nichols Bridge, but somehow, we finally arrived at the meeting place (Taguig hospital) with our tempers intact. The soon-to-be newlyweds led us to the reception house where we were to eat and drink in bliss while waiting for the actual wedding to take place. Then they left to "prepare" for the civil ceremony.
We listened to the 1896 album blaring over the radio and sipped our beers while watching the neighbor's pet geese going through the preliminaries of the mating ritual. Seemed like an appropriate echo of the union that was about to occur. It was quite a wait and we were wondering what was taking the couple so long. It turned to be the ceremony itself--- probably in their panic at time swiftly passing, they decided to head straight to the judge's place. Oh, well… at least they were married!
Charles, Allan and I had a funny scene while waiting for Erap and Cheche to come back. Charles and John Paul had gone back inside where Dodong was sitting to cool themselves, leaving Allan and I outside alone. Allan discovered that the zipper of his pants had gone bust, but he couldn't bend over to examine it because of his belly. So I sat down on a stool in front of him and gingerly examined the crotch area of his jeans. The zipper had somehow gotten free of its teeth and so, I figured, all I had to do was rehook the teeth into it like the way one does with a jacket. I asked Allan to step closer to me and, as I tried to fix his zipper, Charles suddenly appeared in the doorway, saying something to Allan. He stopped in mid-sentence as he stared at us wide-eyed and took it all in. To this minute, I cannot help laughing every time I recall the look on his face. Allan had been leaning casually against the wall, with nary a care in the world; I had my face less than a foot away from his crotch while I handled his uncooperative zipper… of course, once we realized Charles was there, I jerked upright and stared back at him with dropped jaw. "I-I-inaayos ko lang yung---!"
"Hindi, aalis na ako…"
Allan and I laughed in total embarrassment. "CHAARLESSS!!! Wala kaming ginawa!"
Anyway, he believed us. I think, hehehe. We had to leave soon after Robert Javier arrived because we had planned to meet Ayn at Glorietta. After meeting her at Tower Records, we snaked our way through the mall to look for this store where Allan (very understandably) wished to buy a new pair of plus size jeans. However, Glorietta being the proverbial minotaur's lair, we wasted so much time that we decided to just have dinner at Chicken Bacolod, which was another story in itself. I was thirsty, I was tired… suffice it to say that I made a tiny scene with the waiters. I may have acted in a slightly ill mannered way, but you all know that one of my biggest pet peeves is bad service.
Ten o'clock was approaching and Popular Days had a scheduled practice at Sam's so we decided to get going in the cheapest way possible--- by bus! The only seats available for us were the ones before the back so Ayn headed straight for them. As she tried to slide into one row, the seat suddenly fell with a loud crash and we all snickered loudly. Then the bus started to move and Allan was losing his balance fast--- but he couldn't fit into the row Ayn and I had taken and he had to sit in the one opposite… even then, he could barely squeeze his butt onto the seat because it was so narrow! He moaned and groaned while we laughed and a lot of the passengers turned to look at how scandalous we were being. We seemed like characters out of a horrible pinoy comedy flick.
Popular Days lost no time in practicing upon arrival at JR Studio. By the time Eric had arrived, the other three had troubleshot some songs (this was all in preparation for their recording this week. Finally!!!). While we were listening to them practice, Ayn's parents had arrived with Tristania in tow. Ayn brought her into the studio, and at first, she was scared because of the loud instruments and some new people. But she didn't cry and Ayn covered her little ears so she could watch what these strange grown-ups were doing. A few minutes later, she ventured to stand by herself in the middle of the room so she could see everyone better, then she started to tap her tummy to the beat of the music. A little later, she started clapping her hands, then after that she would bob up and down as though dancing! We were all so delighted with her. We were teasing Charles, "Ayan, indie na indie pala kayo kasi gusto ni Tristia yung music niyo." Tristia was so cute!
For more amusement in this account of last Saturday's events, add a sprinkling of "Rainier!" and "Salbakuta!" shouts from passersby.
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Gigsked:
Black Saturday--- Mayric's
With
Concrete Sam
Sadie
And more…
Easter Sunday--- Millennia
(may kuryente na nun!!!)
April 24, Buzz Night--- Mayric's
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