planetary alignments and other memories
there are things that i'm forgetting, leading me to think that thank god i am not as badly off as i thought i was a few weeks ago. but there are a lot of things i remember, and given my extraordinary knack for remembering tiny details i will probably remember them for a long time to come.
among them, and not in particular order:
you feeding me that gross looking blueberry pancake thing and patting your car affectionately while on the highway to (hell) bulacan.
the little crease on your nose and the squinty flinty eyed look you'd get whenever you got irritated.
the unbelievably slow way you drove.
you and your new wave thing and the suprising this generation singers every other playlist.
the borderline salacious message exchanges. some of them while i was in the middle of a conversation with the dean and while i was supervising the grad.
the dexter thing you pulled every now and then, almost making me forget you have seven years on me.
the five times you called me drunk to say the same thing. (and the few times or so i returned the favor)
the time we arranged to meet at select and you-i dunno why-seemed to enjoy making me look for you pa.
my almost memorizing the route to my home that you took whenever we met up.
the time when we met up in pasay and i had to pull the great escape from my sister and you got cranky from the westin guard making you leave the driveway.
the panic inducing situation in eastwood. which i still find hilarious.
the cantina night when i was with andi and you came in and ate with us and you were funny really all adult with two kids.
and there was this one time (at band camp) that we had yet another nice day and afterwards i remember you looked cute at just that angle and i marveled at the way that the planets and the moons and the stars aligned themselves, just so i could get to spend this time with this guy who i long admired who i long thought of as amusing and intelligent.
and how i hoped then that when this particular stretch ended we'd remain friends and that every now and then, weather and schedule permitting, the planets and the moons and the stars would be nice enough to realign themselves and i'd feel exactly the same way i felt that night. that one night when i was with my friend who i felt i was growing closer to and i felt that even if nothing more happened, this was the one perfect night i would remember. excpet that night was followed by a few more, maybe even better ones. but that night i remember.
me, my friend, a perfect, fun filled, soundtracked, happy happy night.
for the past few times that i have gotten the urge to bleed into paper i've been writing of you in another venue, but i feel that this one belongs here, with its brothers and sisters. mea culpa. though this is a happy moment. regardless of the twinge in my jaw.
among them, and not in particular order:
you feeding me that gross looking blueberry pancake thing and patting your car affectionately while on the highway to (hell) bulacan.
the little crease on your nose and the squinty flinty eyed look you'd get whenever you got irritated.
the unbelievably slow way you drove.
you and your new wave thing and the suprising this generation singers every other playlist.
the borderline salacious message exchanges. some of them while i was in the middle of a conversation with the dean and while i was supervising the grad.
the dexter thing you pulled every now and then, almost making me forget you have seven years on me.
the five times you called me drunk to say the same thing. (and the few times or so i returned the favor)
the time we arranged to meet at select and you-i dunno why-seemed to enjoy making me look for you pa.
my almost memorizing the route to my home that you took whenever we met up.
the time when we met up in pasay and i had to pull the great escape from my sister and you got cranky from the westin guard making you leave the driveway.
the panic inducing situation in eastwood. which i still find hilarious.
the cantina night when i was with andi and you came in and ate with us and you were funny really all adult with two kids.
and there was this one time (at band camp) that we had yet another nice day and afterwards i remember you looked cute at just that angle and i marveled at the way that the planets and the moons and the stars aligned themselves, just so i could get to spend this time with this guy who i long admired who i long thought of as amusing and intelligent.
and how i hoped then that when this particular stretch ended we'd remain friends and that every now and then, weather and schedule permitting, the planets and the moons and the stars would be nice enough to realign themselves and i'd feel exactly the same way i felt that night. that one night when i was with my friend who i felt i was growing closer to and i felt that even if nothing more happened, this was the one perfect night i would remember. excpet that night was followed by a few more, maybe even better ones. but that night i remember.
me, my friend, a perfect, fun filled, soundtracked, happy happy night.
for the past few times that i have gotten the urge to bleed into paper i've been writing of you in another venue, but i feel that this one belongs here, with its brothers and sisters. mea culpa. though this is a happy moment. regardless of the twinge in my jaw.
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