Last night, to celebrate our *ehem* monthsary, Allan and I decided to go malling somewhere else for a change hehehe. Ahwuhwuh nuhmun-- monthsary na nga lang, sa mall pa pumunta! We decided to go to Power Plant instead of our usual SM fetish. On the Santolan Overpass, we suddenly realized that we should have gone to Klub 102 because then we could have had good sounds and reminisced the early days of our relationship when we used to go to the Makati incarnation of the new wave club; plus, the new one in Quezon City is nearer. But then, we decided that going back to Klub 102 meant that we'd stay up really late, when Allan had planned to be home early to fix some domestic problems of his.
We entered the mall at around 9 and were dismayed to find that it was about to close, too. We decided to eat at Dulcinea after roaming the basement and we had an iffy dinner of salad, baked lasagna, a ham and cheese sandwich and fries, and lots of churros. We started feeling really queasy with our full stomachs and dissatisfied palates, and the trash guy at the restaurant was making loud comments about Salbakuta and Vendetta, obviously aiming them at us. Allan kept mumbling under his breath, "Nakakaawa ka lang, eh… nakakaawa ka lang, eh…" and managed to control his murderous urges. It really was offensive because we were customers at the restaurant (a very reputable one at that) and the guy wasn't making much of an effort to joke discreetly. Oh well, another day in the life of Allan Montero. Blood on knuckles isn't good for holding hands.
Allan remembered Ayn because we were in Rockwell and I had casually mentioned her name--- he texted her, "Nasa Rockwell kami at naalala ka namin kasi namimiss ka na namin." To our surprise she called us and said she was still in Rockwell at that hour; her classes for that week were from 6 to 9. What luck! We decided to meet her outside and, since she hadn't had dinner yet, accompany her while she ate. We settled down at Gram's Diner and Ayn told us about her first experiences in law school. I was very intimidated by the people she seemed to be exposed to; I decided that I could never fit in an environment like that myself. Allan also talked about his misadventures with some of the Backbeat Bands from long before… I think it started from a discussion about that shroom segment on Jessica Soho Reports. We kept laughing there in the drizzle of rain and enjoyed each other's company.
Finally, it was time to go because Allan had to get home and Ayn had to, well, study! Her parents had brought Trista with them, but she was so deep in her oily sleep that no matter how much we pinched or poked her, she wouldn't wake. It was really great meeting up like that, so serendipitous, and we're hoping that we'd get to have Ayn play again with us soon.
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