A Night With Friends

Woke up this morning with this strange throbbing on the upper part of my back. At first, it didn’t occur to me how I came down with the discomfort. And then I realized in seconds as I was roused by the stroke of sunshine on my face…the halter top I wore to the party last night did it! “Aaaaaaaawwwcccchh…”, I slurred as I sat up.

Last night, a friend in high school celebrated her debut. During our past 2 years in college, the girls in the classroom’s 18th birthdays were our usual means of getting together and catching up on each other’s lives. My debut celebration was the first one in the class…last night’s debutante’s was the last one. Every lady in the class has already been officially welcomed to the world of adulthood.

Wow! It’s such a wonder how time flies so fast! Yesterday, we were silly kids in the quadrangle of our high school alma mater playing patintero, today we’re so-called ladies and gents walking around in our casual attires making wishes for our now-adult former classmates. It’s rather a bit sad knowing our seeing other would now be lessened. But then, that has always been inevitable.

Enough with the despondent overtone!

We had a great time last night! It had been a while since we all have last been together like that and everybody was just ecstatic over the event. My celebrant friend had me, and a college friend of hers to compere the program. 18 treasures, 18 revelations, and 18 roses composed half of the celebration(the other big half, of course, was the dinner…wahihihi!). The 18 revelations, as what me and my co-host mentioned last night, was(and is always), the most crucial part of the program, where the debutante is concerned. Why? ‘Cause there’s as much marvelously flattering things as there are crucifying exposés to be mentioned about you! Lol! Stuff that your family and/or your other friends may not know about you(stuff that you wouldn’t necessarily have them know). Okay, maybe I overstated a bit. But basically, it is like that. Hehe!

I remember during my 18th night…I had 18 songs and 18 revelations in my program. And I jokingly briefed my friends who worked behind the scenes in the program to go and tell the 18 revelators before the celebration started…”Guys…I warn ya…nothing about this and nothing about that, ok? Or else you’re out!”. They just laughed and said what they wanted to say about me, anyway. And there I was, at the middle of everyone’s scrutiny…wanting to grab the nearest waiter’s tray so I could sneak out of the party! I watched the celebrant last night as her friends did the revealing ritual and what I saw reminded me of how I felt during my time. I shared the feeling of wanting to strangle any of those with too revealing revelations. Wehehehe!