Spring Stretches Her Arms and Wakes Up From Sleep, But Only to Press the Snooze Button

Many a wise men took advantage of the sunny weekend teaser.


byflyer © 2006

Come Monday, spring just wanted to piss us off.

o0o

I've been to Edna's Ichiban Library for the nth time last Saturday. Why do I do it after some comic routine are getting predictable and my laughter is starting to wear thin? It's for the virgins, of course. There's always one in every group of people attending. And there's no shortage of it, the rest of the group of the virgin are referrers (now if only there's a referral fee that goes with that...). Well, there's at least another type aside from the virgins which are the celebrants. But for the first time our group (which has both a virgin and a celebrant) was almost turned away because we were the 'first' late group to arrive. In the spirit of good business and some prodding our host in a stretch converted their front desk table and seated us on the side stage. I had to seat myself on a piano bench the whole night. Service was a little slow though, servers moved around with only drinks for the first hour. To avoid bumming out for the delay, I made myself tipsy with a mango daquiri. At some point, night turned sentimental when the crowd began singing along with "Manila, Manila" by the 70s group the Hotdogs. I don't know about everyone, the song turned heartfelt to anyone who's away from home (I guess drink might have helped, too), some emotions start to well up inside. As the lyrics go:

Hinahanap, hanap kita Manila (I'm always looking for you Manila)

Ang ingay mong kay sarap sa tenga (Your sounds that are delicious soothing to the ears)

Mga jeepney mong nagliliparan (Your jeepneys that are flying -- Note: hell yeah, we drive like madmen)

Mga babae mong naggagandahan (Your ladies that are beautiful -- minus one, hehehe)

Take me in your arms Manila, and promise me you'll never let it go...

Gee, now I miss the red, unsafe kind of hotdogs.