Friday Night Lights

He promised it was a safe afternoon caucus; 4-ish. So I agreed.

Getting there via the old road of the kings at Diliman Republic was a little tricky. But in the end, an experienced sense of direction helped. No, it wasn’t a compass or even a cartograph but the tricycle driver’s “nguso” pointing to the white sign that said rather timidly: “Greek”.

The happy trinity welcomed the new addition. Like “I passed the test, thus, I must diminish” of Lady Galadriel, I was baptized as the fourth wheel. Put a ring on it!

B’s and C’s impersonations poured in after the awkwardness and pithy introductions. Somehow, the red horses exorcised out all showbiz personalities into being. Bjork, Claire dela Fuente, Streisand, Judi Dench, the entire cast of “you-twit-face” (C’s term) and their analogues took their leap of faith to our table. Chopin, Heidegger and the rest of the lights just had to make space.

The personalities were simply elated to raze the caucus. The smell of the rain must have been too tempting for them to just stay inside their hosts.

After quaffing BBQed fat and offals and viewing a peek of B’s e-Tarots, the quartet walked to the ambient locale of yoghurt dessert with vanilla freebies, expensive tomes, spicy chicken and mountaineer haven.

Thankfully, the Republic still followed its own Bohemian rhythm of Pinoy and almost rustic niche. Makati and Pasig, which go berserk on Fridays, are just too remote, somehow.

           

Cheap food, wit and some tipsy songs really make for a fun dinner. Thanks B, C and D!

PS: Guys, if you, each, promise a Broadway repertoire maybe we’ll sequester the mike soon?



BJORK still scares me. And also her swan tutu. They both do violence to my fundamental option.