Running Low On Gas.

Last weekend almost reminded me that I'm getting older. Not that it's not too obvious, I look younger for my age. But the feeling of having done everything there is to be done but yet still is unaccomplished of anything. Friday kicked off like a sudden surge of adrenaline and a weird serotonin rush. I have at least successfully gathered 10 of my fellow partyphiles and closest friends and finally meeting the American model-actor for the first time (a bestfriend's date). We dawdled in Greenbelt for a few hours while people are trickling in one at a time like drops of sweat on my back this usual humid night of late May. Garage music ripped from Limewire played in the background while sipping our cocktails outside Masas. Checking out Temple Bar, with its throbbing pubescent, baller crowds. Not so our thing. After finishing the drinks, we headed off to chic M Cafe, but was a little frustrated with the too relaxed atmosphere. Not our place either. We needed our slam bang hard dance fix. So while Embassy is getting too "jologs" or in better word- campy for our taste, no one plays trance, hard dance and house tracks continuously in an airconditioned, chi-chi setting. So we stayed on the down low and chilled out at Cuisine instead and stayed until around 4 in the morning.

I promised myself to stay put on Saturday night. I don't even care if I miss the Chicane concert. I just wanted to curl in my bed, watch TV and hear the thunder in the distance and the steady rain pelting the corrugated iron sheets that serve as the defacto replacements for traditional nipa huts. But then again, my bestfriend wanted me to join her and her model-actor date in a dinner in our favorite Mediterranean restaurant. The dinner was a little stressed. To my fault, I should never brought up politics. He being a Republican (Is there anything worse than that?) with a very insular, isolationist, Rudyard Kipling-like view of the general world outside the United States, I was immediately underwhelmed (not to mention the dead fish handshake). He thought, most people in the Philippines still live in grass huts. The last time I checked, urban Filipinos outnumber their rural brethren, and very few now lived in grass huts. He pointed out the lack of technology (which is true in some cases but not generally). I was pretty disappointed and I was trying to steer him away from the now bad conversation, but he continued babbling about things. Oh well. It's both our faults really. Anyway, I respect my friend for her choices, she is old enough to handle it on her own. After dinner, 2 straight friends picked me up and went to Ortigas for a social but at the last minute, they changed the venue to Antipolo City so we headed there afterwards and almost got lost (having hit two dead ends while low on gas on an early morning) on our way back.

Sunday was better for me. Stayed home all day. And missed the sunday afternoon chill out with friends at M Cafe in Greenbelt. Oh well. I think it's time to limit my parties at one per week. Do you think I can handle it? Your answer is as good as mine. But I'll try.