She-ra strikes again!!!
23.09.2007 -17 °C
She-ra and I were in a club in Makati the other day.
"Ay ang saya! Eighties night! Purrrrr-fect!" She-ra shrieks as we entered the club. Ganado ang lola niyo, may na-idagdag na naman yata siya sa collection niya ng mga boylets.
"I love the eighties and all, pero di ba mahahalata na may idad na tayo dahil we like this kind of muzak?" I ask loudly, so I could be heard over the house mix of "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls. I had no idea who the DJ was.
She-ra was dancing and pushing her way through the crowd straight to the bar, with me tagging along behind him.
"Honey, no one inside this place cares how old we are," She-ra says, ordering two Cosmopolitans, "What matters is that the music is good and so are the men!"
I surveyed the crowd and saw no one I knew. I gulped my drink and ordered another one.
She-ra looked at me and asked, "Uhaw?"
"Slight," I said, "Well, actually, nervous lang."
"Nervous?" She-ra asked, whilst dancing like a possessed blender, "Why in the world?"
"Eh kasi baka makita ko si Bleep at si Bleep," I said, looking around.
"Sooo? What can they do to you?" She-ra asked.
"They aren't going to do anything to me, of course. It's just that ayaw ko ng awkward moments," I said, lighting a cigarette, "this is more their place than mine."
She-ra snorted and proceeded to flirt with some guy in a black leather jacket with matching black leather pants.
I just enjoyed my drink and the music. By this time the song had changed to Sheena Easton's "Telefone".
After fifteen minutes or so, She-ra asked me my opinion, "Whaddyathink? Cute siya di ba?"
I gave Leather Guy a look-see, "Hmmm... he's okay. Pero leather all over? In this heat? Ambaho na niya sigurado."
"Huh... you have a point, bakla. Well," She-ra wipes his hands, "I guess I'll have a look at what else is on the menu."
With that, he proceeded to the comfort room.
Kaya niya akong iwan na mag-isa eh, I thought to myself.
I sat down next to a couple who seemed to be trying to eat each other's face.
Eto ang ayaw ko sa mga ganitong eksena eh. I often feel left out and out of place.
At least astig talaga ang sounds. "Take on Me" na ang tumutugtog.
And then, whilst I was drinking my Cosmo and smoking my lite, a God walked by...
He was as tall as I am, fair-skinned, medium-built, long-haired, and brooding. He was alone. He was smoking a cigarette. And he looked just as out-of-place as I was.
He ordered a beer and just stood in a corner, looking at the floor.
He was definitely a looker. The fags were already eyeing him, like a delectable piece of cake.
But he didn't seem interested in anyone.
She-ra chose this moment to come back from wherevere the fuck he went.
"Marseee! Parang may isang trak ng hotdog ang sumabog sa CR! Dyosko! Nagkalat ang schubligs!!!" She-ra whispered in my ear.
He noticed that I wasn't paying much attention to him and looked in the direction I was looking.
He spotted Brooding Guy in the corner.
"Just what the doctor ordered..." he murmured, and casually approached the guy before I could stop him.
He went up to Brooding Guy, whispered in his ear. Brooding Guy said something and She-ra laughed. And walked back to me.
She-ra sat next to me on the couch and lit a cigarette.
He didn't say anything.
"Well? What did you say to him? What did he say to you?" I prodded him.
She-ra looked at me and said innocently, "Sinoooo?"
"Argh! Ano ba? Yung cutie dun sa corner!" I poked his biceps.
"Aaaah," She-ra replied, " I asked him , are you alone or are you with somebody else?"
"Anong sabi?" I asked.
She-ra giggled, "Sabi niya, No, aym nat alown, my laber downstairs. Ume-ehe."