Notes On A Saturday
Originally posted in Misterhubs.blogspot.com:
Friday night had segued into Saturday morning but I was still wide-awake, on a mission to find, with the aid of Google, photos of animals (rhesus monkey, preying mantis, horse) for my next blog entry entitled “Local Celebrities and their Amazing Animal Look-Alikes.†By 3 am, I had almost everything I needed (the only one I couldn’t find was Baby Arenas’s look-alike, an albino puma) so I decided to go to bed like the rest of Metro Manila.
Four hours later, I was awake, dry-coughing and feeling feverish like the weather. I sent hubby a text message, telling him “I’m not feeling wellâ€, which, de-coded, meant “I’m sorry. I can’t drive you today like I earlier promised.†He called, said it wasn’t a problem, and we both agreed to meet each other later, around 10 am, my place, after his back treatment.
After the brief phone chat, I tried to re-sleep but couldn’t due to my non-stop coughs, which were beginning to sound like the canned percussion sounds from an old Yamaha organ. With as much energy as a limping zombie, I got out of bed, had breakfast, showered, and waited for 10 am.
At 9:50 am, hubs alerted me that he was done and that he’ll just drop by Booksale before going to my place. Since I was feeling less ill that time, I decided to go straight to Booksale, which was just a few blocks away from my place anyway.
Hubs, looking boyish in his seven-day old hair trim, saw me as soon as I entered Booksale’s cramped space and immediately gave me a smile. I ping-ponged a smile back to him. He showed me the book he was going to buy (“Your Medical Rights: How To Become A Medical Consumerâ€) for a fraction of the original price. If history repeats itself, he probably would not finish to the end. (Other half-read books of his are “The Devil Wears Pradaâ€, “How To Write Your Own Will†and “Mathematics of Investmentâ€).
“Why are you wearing that shirt?†hubby asked, eyeing the loose Superman t-shirt I had on with an expression which bordered on mild disgust. “I want to feel strong because I feel weak†was my lame response. Actually, the reason I wore that oversized t-shirt was to hide a newly developed belly flab caused by the recent reintroduction of pastries into my life. Damn those pastries!
After Booksale, we walked to hub’s car and drove off to his house which is located inside one of those heavily-secured Makati villages. His parents are usually out on Saturdays within the golden period of 10 am to 4 pm. And when the old cats are away, the young gay mice will play. And play we did.
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On one occasion last year, however, we were so engrossed in our playful activities that we lost track of time. Then, in the middle of doing something, we heard a familiar a car honk — hubby’s parents had arrived! Like Super Marios who’ve just eaten a golden star, in a matter of seconds, we got dressed, flew down the spiral staircase, dashed across the kitchen, and jumped into his car. If King Koopa was standing in our way, we would’ve effortlessly mowed him down. Since then, I’ve always kept an eye on the wall clock facing hubby’s bed. My fragile heart couldn’t bear to experience a repeat incident.
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The weather outside was nose-bleed hot. This may be why there were so few people at Bonifacio High Street that day, even at the usually heavily populated Krispy Kreme store. For some reason, however, there were a lot of photographers in the area. “Perhaps they knew we were coming?†I joked.
Anyway, hubby and I met P and D at Figaro’s and we spent a great deal of time talking about college days (“Do you remember so-and-so doing so-and-so?â€), the elections (“You didn’t vote for so-and-so, did you?â€), Value Added Tax, destination spas, the practice of circumcision in other countries, the average penis length of African Americans (“It’s this bigâ€, D said, his hand clutching what appeared to be an imaginary motorcycle handle bar) and gay bath houses, in that order, with one topic moving seamlessly to the next. For the record, hubby and I have never been inside a gay bath house and have no immediate plans of going inside one. So on this topic, we simply asked and listened and dropped our jaws.
After our enjoyable meeting with P and D, hubs and I went to Greenbelt 2, this time to have dinner in Italianni’s with our girl friend, J-J, and, after that, have coffee in Seattle’s Best with another girl friend, G. During our coffee talk, I learned these tidbits:
1. Gary Valenciano’s former girlfriend was Fenichi Pangilinan, the sister of his wife, Angeli Pangilinan; and
2. Melanie Marquez, in one of her patented outbursts of wisdom, recently stated: “Pwede ako magbilang ng asawa pero di ko pagpapalit ang aking mga anak!â€
Right after our coffee meeting, hubs and I went to Music One. There, I bought The One CD Which Can Finally Put An End To All Wars.
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