Wazzup, Wazzup?

So, Kervs is happily in love and planning for a partnered future, Nelz is ping-ponging between patience and pain, Leigh is on pregnant pause from her life as a verb, Marlon has just come from an adventure of epic proportions, Dexter is hanging on to a possible job and a conked-out computer, Daniel/la is in the U.S. visiting a priest and a would-have-been priest, Felipe has rediscovered his heroes, Randy is on mute…

…and I’m having a bad hair week. Argh!

Last night I had dinner with high school friends at this tres, tres chic resto, Kai, in Greenbelt 2. Everything there is so tasteful, from the muy guwapo décor to the food—makes me feel like doing a Maurice Arcache, my palanggas. Their menu is attached to a slab of thick, heavy glass; I told my friends, “Ang menu nila, talagang mabigat sa bulsa.” I ended up enjoying sake, raw fish, good conversation, and flattery from a Vietnamese girl, the fiancée of one of my friends. “You look so much younger than your age,” she said. “I know,” I replied.

Today Miss O’s Danish Cookie is back. He’s supposed to be with a different set of people in Tagaytay, but he ditched them to be with her. How sweet. He’s maximizing his last few days in Manila with her before he goes back to Denmark. Then it’ll be months before she sees her Danish delight. Oh well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

Today Angelo dela Cruz was finally set free. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo looked like she was gloating. The media frenzy was embarrassing; even more so was his family—and extended family—grabbing the mike and having their 15 minutes in front of the camera. Enjoy the attention, folks; after GMA parades Angelo in the Senate during her State Of The Nation address, the dela Cruzes will fade away to obscurity again.

This weekend I’m going to watch the alternates perform in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. And maybe one day I’ll be on stage again.

And life marches on off-line.