Our Boy Friends At Work

Had a real good time with the boys tonight. We have been planning to do this for quite some time, but the boys have always been 'busy' with other stuff (😜). We wanted House of Cebu lechon for dinner, so we walked, huffed and puffed, struggled with our rides, stood in a queue for a cab, the lawyers Robert and Roland tried to hire a jeepney to take us to the Ayala Mall, and failed. We stumbled upon a colleague while on queue for a cab, he offered that we ride with him, so we split into three groups. Traffic in Cebu is terrible, so we got to the mall after a too long cab ride. Called Romy to ask if they were already in a cab behind us, nope, but Maan and PARAD Fatty Yadao were able to force an Indian guy to share a cab ride. 

James Arsenio Ponce laughed our way in the cab with our colleague, got to the mall first, waited, walked around. We finally sat down for dinner at the food court, had lechon, shells and seaweeds, soda. Nothing fancy. Our voices were raised more than usual in telling stories, well, because we were in the food court. Fatty and I walked more than a thousand steps to get to the smoking area, two of the boys took Maan to the Island Souvenirs, then proceeded to Starbucks. Fatty and I went to meet Maan at the souvenir boutique, Fatty went to shop, James said we should follow the boys to the coffee shop. On the way, Romeo Lazaro Reyes was already asking what we wanted from Starbucks, we were taking too long because we dropped by Watsons to get water and medicines.  

We arrived at the coffee shop with Fatty already there, yelled at Romy to get blueberry cheesecake, and proceeded to sit at the comfy chairs where I wanted to put my feet up. All settled down, and we started to talk like we were the best and the most beautiful people in the world, the topics of the exchange were other people. 

There was no cab in sight as we set to go back to the hotel. We waited for about an hour for a ride until James decided to 'call-a-friend'. Another hour of waiting, but we did not mind the time at all. Even when we were just sitting on the steps of stairs. We had plenty more stories to tell, anyway. Nice, pleasant, interesting, laughter-filled supper and conversation with 'our boyfriends' on the job. We do not see each other often, but somehow when we get together, it seems like we just saw each other the week before or something. Nothing changed, except out waistlines, I guess. We picked up from the last funny conversation, and stitched it to tonight. Thank you, God, for the people like them in our lives. Sometimes it is in the craziness that we all find our truths.