When Tadpoles attack…

Truly times have changed. It seems like everything or everyone is coping with advancements(not only in technology) that age becomes just a mere number….or not???!!

Friday night and even though half of my mailbox has the usual flags on payroll disputes and what not, I decided to give myself a fucking break. Working too hard might have huge repercussions not only on my health but also to my diminishing social existence. And even if commuting from Commonwealth to Makati can cause another migraine, I still decided to pursue my liver’s plea for some good ol’ boozing.

Plus, I’ve been hearing about this band(which I don’t even know how to spell and I can’t search it in Google) — Techie romantics (?) that the BFF has been raving about. Two reasons would be enough for me to give anyone in my way a TALK-TO-THE-HAND gesture as I dash out of my cubicle. Friday! I smelled the sweet scent of freedom and redemption. Traffic was mild (unusual really for a gimik night). I texted my friend who was already there. The gig was not yet starting. THANK GOD. Prinz had to pick me up in the GF because it’s my first time and I don’t want to enter the wrong door. So when we got back, I see the rest of my wonderful friends already engrossed in whatever it that they were discussing. I noticed the crowd. Almost all are under 18. Yep, I needed that DRINK fast!!!!

The night progressed as we tackle the latest and juiciest gossip and in between talk about the wedding plans of the BFF. Unconscious of whatever was happening around us but mindful of the transcendent and relaxing sound of the featured band. I’m loving the tunes.  But suddenly, out of nowhere, a scrawny, fresh-out-of-catholic-school boy approached the table with the lamest yet cute pick up line. No, I don’t think I should even write it down in verbatim.  The BFF, being polite and gracious gave him a straight answer. Relieved that he was not rejected, he tried to push his luck by asking if he could invite his friends over.  In short, Jason, Mike, Vince and Raven came over. In between the exchange of convos that continued (even after we mentioned that we’re already working), I was able to conclude that:

1. NO GUT NO GLORY - yes, perseverance is the key!
2. PICK UP LINES most of the time, never work and should not be the only this you should rely on when trying to score some points.
3. DAMN! Do I still look like that 16 year old Hanson fangirl?????? Or at extremes a registrar in Ateneo??????

In the end, Jason invited us to another open-bar party. Whatta cuteh! And for some brief moment of delusion, we all felt like we’re still in College. Punyeta! Still I commend the tadpoles for pouncing on the pumas. Ain’t life sweet?  90 days to Wellness, here I come.

And God, thank you for giving me a rude awakening that I was a feline in my past life.

Here’s to a night of Pedophilla! Drink up, Femme Fatales. Raaawwr.