This year seems to be all about reconnecting with people I have not seen in years. After being out of the loop with the webdate universe, Enna braved the rain for a much needed face time. It was nice; we filled in all the blanks left after not being in touch for a long time. I would’ve preferred that all our girls were there but well, just like everything in life, we can’t always get what we want. As always, things are never boring when Enna Bangs is in the house J Still the same, feisty mofo. For you gays asking what the news was, you have to ask Enna Bangs. I’m not at liberty to say anything.
We wrapped things up pretty late though she needs to get up early for work the next day. I, on the other hand, wasn’t ready to go home just yet. After waiting in line for cabs that never came, I decided to go for a walk. It was such a gorgeous night; it’s practically a sin not to. It was a good thing I was wearing sensible shoes because by the time I went home, my shoes were pretty much ruined.
It’s very rare for me to even consider taking a walk alone because 1) I’m extremely lazy and 2) walking aimlessly at the dead of the night is not really my style. I felt like I needed one, though. Well, that and I also wanted to take in the beauty of the city, revisit certain places, certain times. I wasn’t there to “search my soul” because I can do that without going on location. And God knows I have.
Ortigas is nice and all, but for some reason, it turns into this shitty little hell hole every Friday night. Cabs magically disappear. People suddenly turn into cab-stealing asshats after being stranded for so long. Usually, these are the times that make me glad I work from home. I used to spend my mornings sitting inside cramped FX (or cabs, if I’m lucky) just fantasizing about going on a killing spree on my way to work. When it rains, it’s even worse. Traffic will rage on well over midnight. It’s the damnedest thing, really.
It kinda makes me wonder what would happen if I would go back and work somewhere in Ortigas again. But the idea of braving the morning rush only to make it to work smelling like wet socks was enough to make me snap out of it. Not a snowball’s chance in hell.
This night was not an exception. There were no cabs, no FX, it just rained, traffic wouldn’t let up but I didn’t mind. It was a beautiful Friday night and everything is as it should be.
So there I was, walking slowly from street corner to street corner. Tip-toeing over puddles I went, like a fucking ninja. It was nice. The drizzle casted a beautiful glow over the streets that stretched beyond. Hay. These streets. They witnessed some of the funnest times of my life. Some of the saddest too.
No matter how long it has been since I walked these very streets, I never felt like a stranger. It felt like I was coming back home, which is so freakin’ cheesy. Yes, I get cheesy sometimes, deal with it.
It was a great way to clear your head. Heck, I even managed to re-evaluate some of the recent choices I made in my life. I enjoyed it so much I actually considered walking all the way home. It would be a good 30 minute walk from where I am to my house. I know because I’ve already done so twice and both times I timed myself (had to walk because it was late and there were no cabs and FX in sight)
But I decided against it because the thought of walking into puddles when I don’t have to is totally unacceptable. Besides, I wasn’t exactly dressed for “roughing it”. I got weird hellos from a couple of guys on two separate occasions that night so yeah, there’s a good chance I might get mugged if I went on with my plan. I almost felt sad when I saw a free cab.
Maybe next time. I’d summon the old 2007 version of myself and walk all the way home just for the heck of it.