You wake up alone (that is, on your side of the bed). It’s 3 in the morning. Your skin tingles in the cool December air that is seeping through your thin clothes. The thought of snuggling under the blanket with your partner flits through your mind. But you remember she went to bed late the previous night and may not want to be roused that early. Besides, there’s still this unspent tension from your discomforting silence lately. Mental note: how to convince people that you’re not necessarily bored or anything when you don’t say a word. You get out of bed realizing you need to leave for the airport in an hour.
In the cab, on the way to the airport, you panic at the thought that nobody was up to even see you out of the house. If your plane crashes somewhere, the last image of you they’ll ever recall will be at least 8 to 10 hours past. On second thought, you realize it will be perfectly fine. Then you imagine all these possible scenarios in your upcoming meeting with people you’ve never met before. You begin to feel the jitters as the cab driver tries hard to strike up a conversation and stay awake. Then you wonder why all these things are happening on a Friday. Friday is supposed to be your favorite day of the week.
Fast forward to the post-meeting scene. You’re helplessly wandering in unfamiliar streets looking for a vegetarian restaurant. The Dalai Lama’s words (“Fishes are not vegetables”) keep running in your mind. Not finding a vegetarian eatery, you end up in a fastfood joint with a fish burger, some really salty french fries, and dark iced tea. So much for the Dalai Lama’s dietary prescriptions. Maybe next year. At a bookshop after lunch, you get a sign that your fate is beginning to turn around: you were about to leave the store when you find this book on writing children’s stories in the bottom stack.
Fast forward again. It’s night. You’re back in Manila, drinking beer and eating mushroom sisig with friends. The Hunk is as hunky as ever. Pious Agnostic provides a luminous presence to the occasion. The Jerks, one of the best bands to come out of this part of the globe, is dishing out classic blues, rock and reggae tracks from Stephen “Stevie” Ray Vaughan, the Rolling Stones, The Police, The Beatles, and Bob Marley. By the time Chikoy Pura and his band mates get to play the Stones’ “Honky Tonk Women”, you’re almost ready to celebrate the new year.
Friday blues is history.
In the cab, on the way to the airport, you panic at the thought that nobody was up to even see you out of the house. If your plane crashes somewhere, the last image of you they’ll ever recall will be at least 8 to 10 hours past. On second thought, you realize it will be perfectly fine. Then you imagine all these possible scenarios in your upcoming meeting with people you’ve never met before. You begin to feel the jitters as the cab driver tries hard to strike up a conversation and stay awake. Then you wonder why all these things are happening on a Friday. Friday is supposed to be your favorite day of the week.
Fast forward to the post-meeting scene. You’re helplessly wandering in unfamiliar streets looking for a vegetarian restaurant. The Dalai Lama’s words (“Fishes are not vegetables”) keep running in your mind. Not finding a vegetarian eatery, you end up in a fastfood joint with a fish burger, some really salty french fries, and dark iced tea. So much for the Dalai Lama’s dietary prescriptions. Maybe next year. At a bookshop after lunch, you get a sign that your fate is beginning to turn around: you were about to leave the store when you find this book on writing children’s stories in the bottom stack.
Fast forward again. It’s night. You’re back in Manila, drinking beer and eating mushroom sisig with friends. The Hunk is as hunky as ever. Pious Agnostic provides a luminous presence to the occasion. The Jerks, one of the best bands to come out of this part of the globe, is dishing out classic blues, rock and reggae tracks from Stephen “Stevie” Ray Vaughan, the Rolling Stones, The Police, The Beatles, and Bob Marley. By the time Chikoy Pura and his band mates get to play the Stones’ “Honky Tonk Women”, you’re almost ready to celebrate the new year.
Friday blues is history.
When you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
Bottom line, Big Audio Dynamite
1 comment:
yes, friday blues is history. what's the current event? :-)
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