A Day's Worth!

What a day this had been! After keeping up with the time in squeezing all the things in my to-do list for the day, I could very well say that this day had been the most productive among the days I have ever, ever had in the past.

Mornings I never liked always. I never really found the reason why but I just hated (I am still hating it!) mornings. It was more than the sun shining up and penetrating through my screened windows. But every time the sun went up, that was more or less the sign that I had to get on with my day. You might be wondering why of all my babbling started over this morning sickness of mine, a different one to say the least. Wonder no more because I was just trying to establish the point that I usually if not most of the time started my days late. But even though this was the case, I would still get the best of that morning and that less-than 24-hour tick tock clock of mine.

With my shorthanded plot, I will now continue since I already did establish the fact that I was and still am a morning abhorrer. As I was saying, this was the best ever. Getting up from my bed, I started my day going downstairs and doing my daily routine – spit my almost twelve-hour saliva collection, gargle and pee which I did accordingly. All these of course after opening my eyes, checking for any missed calls or unread messages and a few cat stretches on my bed. Nothing new actually as far as my daily wake-up routine was concerned. What made this day shine over the past days’ experiences was my itinerary. I was scheduled to attend my neighbor’s exciting party at 3 in the afternoon. Yes, a party different from I had attended before - except that this one had a Jollibee and Champ mascots. You were right my friend, this was a kiddy party I was talking about with more adults than toddlers and kids. Then I wondered, “Why was it called a kiddy party when in fact a LOT or a big number of participants invited are thirty something up?”

The invitation was basically because of my sister. She was the godmother of the birthday celebrant so I got invited, too. I guess we were just (un)lucky to have been included in the party since WE ARE NOT THAT OLD and were not included in the age bracket of the majority. But nevertheless, we decided to attend out of ‘hiya’ and ‘pakikisama’ and we adored the kid, I think. So everything was actually set until she told me that she could not make it. She had to do some overnight work and as much as she wanted to attend, she couldn’t. She was missing a lot I said to myself. She would be missing the moment where people would point their fingers at us and not to mention the “OUTCAST” sign invisibly written on our shirts. But since she couldn’t handle the limelight, she just gave all the pride and glory to her brother, ME. And it was all set and planned. I would go to the party ALONE. So be it.

After that talk over breakfast about that attendance at the kiddy party, I decided to send a couple of SMS messages to my former boss to finally get my clearance and my collectibles for the company I used to work for. Since it was already three months since I completed everything, praise God it was already for pick up. He advised me to come get the check (on a Saturday, mind you where banks are closed!) at 3PM and just look for this person to get it from. I would do exactly what was said to me. My patience finally paid off, whew!

My original plan was to go to the party for a couple of minutes, have myself earn a ten-minute exposure and go to this place in Libis where I used to work at to get my check, have myself cleared and go on with my life for good. Everything got twisted when I got a call from my best friend currently in Cebu for some work deployment and gave me a little scoop. She told me about this another best friend of ours about her emotional imbalance issues (that mainly dealt with a crush she had with an ugly guy at her office) so I opted to stay a little bit longer at home, call this problematic best friend of ours (trying to be a good friend here, ahem!) to have her checked.

Her problem was so classified that details were hard to divulge (like it was THAT hard!) entirely. But since this is intended for everybody’s analysis, this is the scenario in a much rougher and general sense. Girl admires boy. Boy doesn’t know. Girl likes him because he’s kind but not good-looking, take note. So, when it was the boy who is flirting with her and starting to like her, girl runs away. Girl freaks out. Now, girl is worried. Girl is thinking she is lesbian which is entirely farfetched. Knowing the situation, I called her, talked about it and realized that I was late for my scheduled party and my check for pick-up. We then continued talking about different things and thoughts at random not worried about my tasks. I would like to assume that we had put that period (like this [.]) on her issue and for some divine intervention, somebody was calling her (she had that call waiting feature) and I got cut, put the handset down, rushed upstairs, got a towel, got inside the bathroom and ten minutes after, voila, I was done taking a shower! I then hurried back upstairs, chose a casual look of a kurduroy black shorts and white shirt ensemble with a black semi-leather wrist strap, my precious bling!bling! necklace (not the big, silver, thick dog-like, rapper collar necklace with fake diamonds, please!) and my watch still exuding a casual fashion icon outfit of course (fashion blahs!).

In a span of less than twenty minutes, I got dressed up with my black vintage bag (my favorite!) still part of my ensemble. So in that spun moment, haste was my counterpart. Still passing my oh-so-familiar-fragile neighbors, I took off. It was not the infamous mahjong they were playing this time, it was cards for some variation. On my way to the main highway, I thought of going to Libis first and just go to the oh-so-exciting party after. I did what the sudden change of plans dictated. My first stop was at LIBIS.

Getting in the jeepney, I knew something was wrong. There was not going to be any robbery or snatching mind you. It was something else. It was about that driver who seemed to be stopping to every street we got to pass thus resulting into a gala-like (but not festive) parade exhibiting, well, nothing but a bunch of aggravated passengers. If it were not a crime to behead, skin and rub every exposed muscle with salt and vinegar of that bare and skinless human body, we could have started a cult ritual that time.

After that tedious ride, I got off that jeepney 100 meters away from the usual drop off point to spare myself with anymore masochistic and self-induced penitence. I hurriedly paved my way to the old building where I used to work at with strides that of the Titan because I was way behind schedule. Shindig, remember? Upon getting my check (finally!) after a mere quarter, I was ready to put out my shopping list, the bank was closed everyone in case anyone had forgotten, it is a Saturday today.

Wasting no time, I spotted for a perfect ride and twenty minutes after that Libis incident, I was at Ever Ortigas – the place called LOTJ (translation – The Land of the Jologs). I merely wore my head up for fear of somebody I knew spotting me in that kind of place. I quickly asked the guard for directions of where that Jollibee was and in a few moments, I was there at the venue. For quite a while, I thought I was a cactus in a dessert. Everybody knew and saw me coming and like a spiny cactus, nobody dared to approach me and say hi, except for the mother’s celebrant and her few kin which I did not mind.

I was handed a full-forced meal – a cheese burger (I suppose an appetizer), a spaghetti meal (This might be the part where I pretend I was going to have a light snack), a chicken joy meal (My favorite, I just hoped I got the breast part. Oooopsy, daisy, I got it!), a chocolate sundae (The finale!) and a soda (I hope it’s with less calorie, I refrain from drinking canned drinks!). My eyes binged with what they saw, they almost watered for food suffocation. From that incident, I learned my lesson. I had eaten the cheeseburger, the chocolate sundae and the soda and the rest I was planning to take home for dinner which happened eventually.

Ten minutes passed and guess who came. If it weren’t the mascots, I would be freaking surprised! Two mascots came cheering up the birthday celebrant, like they mean it! They were nearly dying inside those thermal-like suits and sweating their armpits off. They were like walking Sauna baths inside for crying out loud! Amidst all of those, I saluted them. That’s what you call dedication and mind power at their best. Way to go mascots!

After their ten-minute threshold because of own smell suffocation, they left. Ten minutes after that, it was time for a pack-up. Guests went off happy with their kids. As for me, its pharisaic that I did not enjoy the moment which I did for a second there upon realizing what was happening inside the suits. I said my good byes and I took off.

Well, that was what had happened to me the entire day. Phone calls and follow-ups during the morning and a party (PARTY!) in the afternoon. Nothing fancy really, but the thought of me attending a kiddy party doesn't happen everyday. As I like to call it, that is a Saturday’s alternative lifestyle where normal teens attend normal parties while I sit and rot in a kiddy party.

P.S.

I was relieved when I found out for myself that there were no clowns at the party. Why do kids love clowns by the way? Hey, blame the parents not the kids. They make the decisions, not the kids. For future parents, please, no clowns for birthday parties. Salvage your kids from a ten-year torment!