Saturday, November 22, 2003
Around 12:30 a.m. almost everyone has left (Jorge's wife has already been calling him on the phone many times now) leaving me and Robin to wait for Edwin to arrive. He was arriving in a while and we plan to drop by another place after this, since one of our batchmates is a resident DJ in one of the Makati clubs he was asking us to join him. After Edwin arrived, he settled down to browse through the 1989 yearbook that Robin brought with him. We left after a while and the club we were supposed to go to was closed for the night, quite unusual for a Friday night outing. Even our friend, Jojo (the resident DJ) couldn't figure out why the people left early. Edwin took his leave to go home and tend to his kids and the three of us was left to search for another appropriate place where we could chill and kill a few hours. Jojo suggested we try this bar, BG's in Pasay Road. The place wasn't that crowded and most of the people who hung around the place looked like they were still in College. Contrary to what I expected, I couldn't help but sympathize with the people who hang around in these places. I mean why else would they hang around in a place where loud electronic music was played, with friends huddled around the tables nursing their bottles of beer, to what? Just talk? If they want to talk they could hang around somewhere more sober and quiet. I guessed they wanted to forget some troubles and drown out their problems (hence the loud music and beer) and the dimmed lights afforded them some sort of "anonymity" from others. I have no idea how right or how wrong I was but that's what I came to mind while I was there. Around 1:30 a.m. the band came on stage even though they will be playing before a crowd of 8 people. But what the hey right? The show must go on. By this time I was already feeling drowsy and it didn't help that their set consisted of slow songs. Oh man... In one of the fast songs of their set they pulled one girl from the audience that turned out to be Jojo's niece. Imagine her utter embarrassment when she found out that her uncle was in the audience. The poor girl was in near tears (tears of both joy and emarrassment) as she hugged him. The band finished their set at 2:30 am and we left the place a few minutes after that. Robin was asking us to join him for a bite to eat but I wasn't up to it so he brought me home. Good thing my dad wasn't up at that hour unlike the last time.