silversoul reunion update
I met with the guys around 8 at the bookstore in Robplace Manila last Saturday. The scheduled meeting was actually 6 but since the heavens was pouring lions and wolves, nobody came on time. I was all soaked up and terribly LATE, and I only hoped Julius- who is the most crucial about tardiness- wouldn't make a big fuss about it. Only the ex-lovers, Muriel and Santy were at the meeting place when I arrived. Julius and Ian were strolling around somewhere while Anne and Annette (who was from her and Marvin's monthsary date) were still on the way. Donna, up to the last minute, can't be reached.
Because of the lack of time, the first two levels of my agenda which were, (1) a pictorial (since we never really had a photo op together and we needed it for the reconstruction of our website), (2) another music album (since our first and last CD recording was two years ago) were canceled. We have reserved a recording slot instead before we proceeded with the third which was the dinner over at Roasters.
The primary victim, Annette (enjoying a muffin from her ex's blood and sweat)
flanked by the accomplices Julius and Muriel
The pigs ate to their heart's delight without even knowing whom the money we used to buy the food, is really from. They thought it was from me all along. They didn't care less anyway as long as it's free. It almost felt uneasy that I suddenly became the center of attention but well, I always really did, but higher respect made all the difference. It was totally uncomfortable, it was like something I was never used to. They treated me of significant importance and add to that the fact that the credit should not be really given to me, I really felt like the biggest bogus on earth.
The fake (me) with the other victims, Ian (in uniform), Anne and Santy
After dinner, I really wanted to speak the truth but I can't because the 2 of the 3 schema we're not yet accomplished and we might not be able to if I did. Anyway Jules assured me that the sudden change of attitude I get is not by the mere fact that I already have a job (which they probably think is high-paying). He thinks that we might just already be at the growing up stage in our lives, which I have also considered logical.
On the course of the dinner, though we also talked about the good times and our childish fantasies again, the main topic of our conversation is about jobs. We probably have really graduated from the topics were one of us is the main center of amusement. There was little foolishness but just right humor all through the conversation. Sadly, no mention of Carl's name has been made...
... until we were on the cab (all 7 of us) on the way to the Ayala Billiards. Utterly interesting, that the mention even came from the unlikeliest person, Annette, who was sitting beside me on the passenger seat. We were talking about the good ol' days and she recalled a funny memory of her ex-boyfriend, Cha.
The men of honor
We tried to look for a place where we can hit the videoke before going home but all the KTV rooms at the Ayala were already occupied. So we have contented ourselves over beer and billiards instead. The night ended satisfyingly. No petty quarrels nor any kind of bull happened and not even the storm stopped us from coming. We even walked to the nearby Intramuros and ran together at the middle of the street in the dead of the night before we parted ways and finally went home.
The women of... I dunno', hehe..
My only worry now is, when do we tell them the truth?
