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Monday, January 22, 2007
Buddies


Had a rare get-together the other day with my best friends from college Me-an, Hail and Annie. A certain number of years ago (ahem!) we spent every day of 3 years together at De La Salle University on Taft Avenue. I'm sure there were some dark days in those 3 or so years (after the basic trimester, we ended up doing our own thing and graduated at different times), but to be honest, all I remember of my adventures with these gals was all fun and laughter. We looked normal, but boy were we so NOT. Haha. Where to begin? I'm not even going to try. The important thing is that we still laugh at the new developments in our lives as much as we did then. Greeting each other on the 5th floor of Shangrila Mall, it was like the lapsed months since we last saw each other had never happened. In Hail's case, it's been over a year!

Busy as we have become--Hail is a full-time wife and mom of two boys, Annie's living out her dream of running a hip magazine, Me-an is a rising banking executive, and I a desperate housewife (mwhahahaha)--we found an excellent excuse to meet up last weekend. Not only was Me-an's birthday coming up, we were celebrating her well-deserved promotion to AVP for global accounts at Citibank. Congrats my dear friend! And since the promotion comes with its share of perks, I am looking forward to taking a spin in that snazzy new car you're about to get!

After a scrumptious CPK meal of shrimp scampi pizza, 2 kinds of pasta, chicken caesar salad and egg rolls, we made the most of the afternoon walking around and shopping for a gift for Hail's youngest, who happens to be our godson (yes, all three of us!). We got him a cool Mace Windu lightsaber (because he specifically asked for a purple one). And since I didn't want this little boy to open a gift from practical strangers (we hadn't seen him since he was a wee thing), I quickly took a photo of us on my celfone and had it printed pronto on one of those digital kiosks. We then attached it onto the gift card that came with the wrapping. At least now there will be actual faces to go with his theoretical ninangs' names!

The afternoon flew by quickly. As usual, we parted ways rushing off to wherever it was that our grownup lives needed us to be. But we finally did it, after a year of trying. We made time to get together and that's what matters. Here's to the next one guys!

P.S. At CPK, we had a very strange server. Or a very honest one. He advised us not to order the raspberry iced tea because it tasted like cough syrup. So we all ordered the lemon-flavored one. It was a weird moment. Haha.
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