The Wrong Pair Of Shoes

Two days of nothing but laughs, endless shots of wine and a sleepless night. Neon lights of green, red and blue wandering around the four corners of a very special place, for a very special someone. The dance begins.

Eighteen roses.

Eighteen.

And I was the twelfth.

Sure, I had a lot of debut parties that I have already attended. It’s just that, I never knew I could dance like that. [This is more likely another long post. Thank you for the advanced and longer patience this time, I’d appreciate it.]

The meet up.

Ian and I had a rendezvous at Starbucks SM San Lazaro. As I arrived, I saw him sipping some cup of coffee and bought my own, and we then hailed a jeepney to EspaΓ±a. Had some nostalgic moments of PE Walking while treading at the sidewalks of UST, and remembered a certain professor’s recent controversy about ‘officers’ of the latter. As we arrived at the sole MiniStop branch at a specific corner of Padre Noval street, we watched some weird woman using Fit ‘n’ Right as her facial wash. Nutritious, maybe. Supposedly, she was secretly putting it on, but then it was THAT obvious. If only I could show you how she looks like. After the ‘secret’ laughtrip, eventually we left the other UST students beside our table to meet with our companion outside. [But did we really?]

The formality.

Finally, the long awaited Denis (just kidding) arrives and we hailed a cab to Philcoa to meet up with Carlo at McDonald’s. As we stepped out, a guy in orange polo shirt and khaki shorts walks by with his ‘gray’ backpack and a red ‘layas’ paper bag. Alas, the gang is complete. Almost. Hailed another jeep to grab the final member, this time to UP Diliman, and had shocking co-passengers. Remember the UST students earlier? To our surprise, they were there too, for a really unknown reason. But then who cares, just ride on.

As soon as we got down the jeepney, the tension in the air has suddenly risen. Had some comedy while waiting for someone’s significant other at the sidewalks. Now that is what I call nervous. Thankfully, we got in and out of the house partially safe. Thanked the parents for letting him be introduced, letting us change into our executive and Clear Men get up and letting another one play the family’s precious organ. Said sorry too, for leaving an almost broken down Christmas Tree and a full body mirror is no joke, I tell you. Well, a laugh is worth it anyway. And did I mention that it was their car that we used to go to the venue?

The hustle-bustle.

As the van’s engine started, so did the fun. A trip to Bulacan is quite long, the heavy traffic not yet included. Spent the whole ride speaking at the rate of almost 360,000 words per minute and singing along with the nice songs playing in the background. Had more laughs and fixed our things as we were nearer the venue, and eventually had the convoy ready for pickup.

The event.

Alas, after almost three grueling hours of travel, tension and whatever, we still managed to arrive in one piece. Had a final fix before opening the van’s doors and walking in the function room. Taken aback by the wonderful concept as we walked in to find our other blockmates. Finally, three round tables consisting of eight gorgeous ladies, three guys and one young man was caught in sight. The gang really is complete now. Now only the debutant is missing in action.

After listening to a seemingly attractive yet veeeeeeeeeeery cooooooooooorny emcee, and an invocation prayer, at last, she arrives in her beautiful gown. No surprise though, since we saw her wearing it earlier. But nonetheless, the program officially starts.

Early on, we were laughing secretly at the mispronunciations, corny side comments by the emcee, the unexpected falsetto by the band’s vocalist, and a lot of laughing matters, and picture taking. And then here comes our favorite – eating: one of the main reasons of our sacrifices of going to a far away land. But then immediately after, tension rises up once again, as the eighteen roses is up next. Fortunately we managed to walk by without getting insulted about how awful I dance in front of many people. Now I’m wondering why, why I did not listen to my PE teacher in dancing back in grade school.

The dance/s.

You’ll never know what your feet can do until you stand up and try letting them on their own. I realized that when we went to the dance floor. That was totally not me; a typical guy dancing his heart out at the center stage is not good. Fortunately that wasn’t part of the recording anymore. Hopefully it wasn’t.

Every beat, every song had different steps, and we did it with ease. Adrenaline was pumping in my body in full force. Finally, the music decides to slow down, and we had a chance to rest, though not that literally. Still danced with the girls, while remembering the Prom night as our left and right feet moved with the rhythm. Finished the program drinking a glass of cold water and standing at the swing outside to get some fresh air. Had some talk, played games and went to the casino, err, the debutant’s ‘humble’ abode, where we will spend the rest of the night.

The mornight.

One o’clock AM. Spent a back ride when we went to Steffi’s [the debutant] home, while telling stories of pagaspas (guess what) in Antique, Capiz, and surprisingly, in Makati. Went through a barren road with just a church, two open funeral parlors, a cemetery and a table of drinkers like a motorcade with Mabela standing like the Sto. NiΓ±o, and losing five balloons in the process. Alas, we arrive after about just five minutes of wheeling.

Then the sleepless night starts. My sleepless night, to be exact. What was a simple home instantly became a gambler’s den, a videoke bar and a movie house. Thanks to us. Three decks of playing cards were put out for us, and tables were already set up. Soon enough, the gambling house turns into a bottlefield as strong red wines and ice buckets were placed in the center table. The simple game of pekwa and tong its adds a shot for the loser. My blockmates inside thought of me to be the loser and drunk already, as my mouth smells like liquor and my face is bloody red. But really, I was not. And no, I am not drunk that time, either.

All seemed to be still full of energy despite the tiresome day. But then, one by one, they too fell down. I guess I was the last man standing.. Err, sitting, technically. I was feeling the coldness of the maxed out air-conditioner in the room, but I still could not close my eyes. No drowsiness. Maybe I was still thinking how I managed to dance like that. But well I guess I’ll just shut my mouth and conclude that I danced with the wrong pair of shoes.

But dear God, I want to sleep already. Good night, world.

18 Responses to “The Wrong Pair Of Shoes”


  1. 1 rudolfzeus November 26, 2007 at 2:41 pm

    hmmmm

    all myfriends are almost pass the age of debut and i have no younger friends to go dancing 18 roses with

    but i remember some of those times when i attended debuts. it was fun and it was ammm… fun

    but it was not a handful, having chosen a male dominated course. wakekeke

    anyway, hope you have already rested…

  2. 2 dxter November 26, 2007 at 6:58 pm

    wow super busy?! heheh. nway, take a rest now,πŸ˜€

  3. 3 Arnel November 26, 2007 at 7:03 pm

    haha, i just got what i wanted.

    a full ten-hour sleep.

  4. 4 karla November 26, 2007 at 7:03 pm

    :)) namiss ko lalo best friend ko. at naiinggit ako, Gusto kong matutong sumayaw.

    Punta ka rin sa debut koπŸ˜› (next year pa. lol)

  5. 5 aya November 26, 2007 at 7:15 pm

    mukhang masaya na naman ah. pero wag masyado magpagod ah. hehe.πŸ™‚

  6. 6 Arnel November 26, 2007 at 7:18 pm

    karla – oo naman pupunta ko. kung walang fieldwork. haha.πŸ˜›

    aya – yeah masaya, pero oo kapagod. nagpahinga naman na ko.

  7. 7 xienahgirl November 26, 2007 at 8:15 pm

    punta ka sa debut ko
    kapag nag 21 na ako.

    wahaha.
    ay babae nga pala ako.πŸ™‚

    napagod ako sa pagbasa lang.
    hmm
    mukhang di na yata ako makakadalo ng debut
    ang tatanda na ng mga kaibigan ko e
    hahaha

  8. 8 Dan Hellbound November 26, 2007 at 10:48 pm

    I remembered my senior prom, wherein I stomped my buddy’s feet 3 times while we were dancing to the mellow music. I also remembered the time where I get to hug the one I really love at that night while dancing.

    Never been to a friend’s debut before because most of them are below 18 . LOL. I can see now that attending such events can be tiring. Teehee.

  9. 9 Arnel November 27, 2007 at 12:04 am

    xienahgirl – LOL.πŸ˜›

    Dan Hellbound – yes ian, it is very tiring indeed. but it’s worth the pain in the back as well.πŸ™‚

  10. 10 eric November 27, 2007 at 8:00 pm

    however tiring that was, what’s important is that you enjoyed the detox.πŸ™‚

  11. 11 pam November 27, 2007 at 9:29 pm

    huwaaaaaaaaaw. at least, na-experience mo. hehe.πŸ˜€

  12. 12 Padre Salvi November 27, 2007 at 10:44 pm

    uso ngayon yan sa mga kabatch ko. haha. dagsaan na ang mga debutant. shet.

  13. 14 Arnel November 27, 2007 at 11:13 pm

    Padre Salvi – yah its uso today lol.

    virginia – pang-ilan ko na ata to eh haha. 4?πŸ˜›

  14. 15 tina November 28, 2007 at 11:07 am

    huh? fit n right sa face? cguro chubby siya tapos gusto niya mabawasan ung chubbiness sa cheek. hehe

    siguro you have the heart for dancing.. well at least the shoes for this matter. hehehe

  15. 16 abram November 29, 2007 at 5:06 am

    nice realization… I have also danced in some debut parties… but there was this once when i did something wrong… and it is then that I rejected going to one.. hahaha… maybe… ul not do the same next time.. haha…

  16. 17 gyk November 29, 2007 at 10:00 am

    busy ah? i love dancing.. hahaha

  17. 18 Arnel November 29, 2007 at 9:06 pm

    abram – i don’t want to do something wrong.πŸ˜›

    gyk – mind if i ask you to teach me? haha.


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