being like boys again!

29 september 1984

I don't remember what happened on that day. I was still a freshman in high school in the only Royal and Pontifical University this side of the Pacific. There's probably a protest rally somewhere. Confetti and streamers flying in the air. The peso is sliding against the dollar. The price of crude is also sky high which is a cause for jeepney to cry "fare hike!". On the TV you see Tito, Vic and Joey on Eat!., hey.. wait a minute...this happened 20 f*#@in years ago!!!
20 years hence, I am in a hotel lounge with my classmates from that day. There's only 8 of us but it seems like old times. One member of the gang came home after 7 or 8 years in New Jersey. We're catching up, reminiscing while drinking beverage that was prohibited back in high school and staying up later than the curfew. Times do have changed. Alas, we've all grown up. Butch, our balikbayan friend mentioned that nothing much has changed except for our waistlines, and for some, their civil status.( hey... at least I got one!)
We never acted our age that night. Even if you hear the same stories over and over, it's always interesting because there's 8 sides of the incident now. The only instance we behaved like adults was when the discussion turned political and about business, but only for a short while. We agreed to cut our night short because for most of the gang have work the next day. Before the pleasantries and goodbyes, we all agreed to meet again before Butch goes back to the U.S., and this time, bring along our respective partners. Even so, count me in.
Twenty years is already a lifetime to know and stay friends with anybody and I hope we stay that way. A family friend mentioned a long time ago that the face that you remember your family or friends with is the same, no matter how long you've known or how many years have passed since you last saw each other. For me, It's quite true.