Sneaky

I dressed for bed with the whole matching pj’s get up. When I was relatively positive that my folks were asleep, I changed my attire – black pants, stripped shirt and jacket since it has been chilly lately. My sister, who I share a room, was still awake. I told her… quiet please as I arranged my pillows that pretended to be me beneath the comforter. Good thing we were kaconchaba this time. Then I slowly tiptoed my way downstairs, unlocked the door and closed the gate as gently as possible.

We did not have any concise destination where to hangout. Being me, anywhere and anything would be acceptable. First choice was Jack’$ L0ft in Wilson. However, I was not certain if the restaurant was still open at 1 in the morning. He suggested Ea@tw00d. On our way, we passed by El Puebl0 and wondered if S!de Bar was still open so that we would not have to go farther from my house. It was, however the venue was too deafening for conversations.

In the end, we found ourselves in J@ck’s L0ft 3astwood yet again. Too bad our ideal seats were already occupied. We eyed an alternate spot but it was already reserved! Damn! Anyway, we just exchanged stories over Super Dry and some fries in one corner. In the middle of our conversation, the group who was in our ideal seats left. We told the waitress that we are going to transfer there after we ordered. But guess what she said? The area closes at 2AM. Um, hello, if it was already closed, then how come we are still here and you haven’t asked for our last orders yet? Oh well. Next time we would get a reservation! We decided to leave when the music died, the lights turned on and the crew started to clean up. Yes, we got the hint, alright. He almost slipped as they begun to mop the floor. Good thing he did not lose his balance or else… hello more battle scars!

Hand in hand, we made our way to $elene. What can I say; he is really someone who thinks he is famous. Every time, with no fail, someone goes up to him and engage in a small chat. I doubt if I’d recognize any of them if ever we cross each other’s paths because I honestly cannot remember any of his friends he has introduced me. My bad.

In view of the fact that our discussion was interrupted, we took a road trip to his usual hangout place. Surprisingly there were a handful of his friends there. This time around I think I’ll remember them after all their boyish side comments and car talk. Oh, and who could forget about the trade car that was almost backed up on. How about the never ending gags of this chinicks of his friend?

At around 5 we decided to leave. It was getting “late” and I think he couldn’t take the scene anymore. Before he dropped me off, we passed by our common friend’s office and had a little chitchat.

So there, typical goodbyes but this time I did not have to do my usual doorbell. I opened the gate gently…crept in the house in darkness… climbed up the stairs… changed back to my pj’s… jumped in my bed… and pretended nothing happened.