After bazillion years of planning, it finally pushed through. Maj and Hapi, my two dearest roommates, tagged along with me on my South. We spent Christmas in Daet – where foods are free and the weather is a mood swing.
The Beach. Maj and I chanced upon a super hot surfer dude on our first day. By “hot” I mean toned body, and abs, and skinhead, and chest hair, and putangena-ang-hot-ko appeal. We thought he’d make a good pair with Hapi, who was looking for a rebound guy at the time. But that is another story. Anyway, we were just lurking around so we never got to know his name. Not even a picture. But we really thought he was hot–from a distance.
Maj is from Cebu; Hapi is from Tacloban. When Maj texted me that she’s going to spend Christmas with me in Bicol, I remembered replying “Go. Fill in the seat for Pa.” Something along that line.
We were five in the family: Ma, Pa, Kuya, JR, and I. Every single year, I kept count of that number. I had a mental checklist of who’s present and who isn’t. We were always complete, you know. Ma, Pa, Kuya, JR, and I. This Christmas, there were still five of us. Ma, JR, Maj, Hapi, and I. My friends filled in the seat for the two people who couldn’t make it this Christmas. One who will be home this New Year; the other who, unfortunately, never will be.
Maj and Hapi took charge of the kitchen. We had macaroni salad, mango float, buko salad, chopsuey, patatim, grilled fish, friend chicken, barbecue, pansit, cake, kakanin, beer, tea, juice, soda, and of course, Maj’s phenomenal chicken lumpia. I took charge of everything else in between – e.g. dish washing, peeling of carrots (which are all whatthefuck tasks). It was like our good ‘ol days in the pathetic boarding house in KNL and UP Village.
But the best part of it all was beer. We went to brickyard, drank one bucket, went home, and drank some more. I was with a group of friends who doesn’t smoke but does everything else in between and on the side. It was a good thing, more or less.
Three days had passed since Maj and Hapi left. Few more days and I’ll be facing yet another calorie-rush and a new year. My self-esteem level plummeted into -28163 and I feel bloated and unhealthy. I feel this every single year, anyway. Aside from that, everything else is different this December.
But for the sake of booze and friends and memories, Merry Christmas. ❤