For weeks, I pestered my parents for us to take a trip. It doesn’t have to be far away! I just want to get away from the metro for a while!
Finally, on a weekend near the end of November, they caved to my whining. We’d be going to Quezon for an overnight trip, and they encouraged me to bring Gelo so I’ll have company.
And so, with some alcohol in the bed of our pickup and way more food than is necessary for an overnight trip, we drove to Real, Quezon. Being the chronically sleepy bum that I am, I spent the whole drive fast asleep, curled up like a cat, while Gelo happily made conversation with my parents.
At first, I couldn’t figure out why; I just knew that when I hear the strains of My Better Self, I wish I was having a cold beer with you. After approximately 182 listens to Tennis, I’ve figured out why they remind me of you.
When I started listening to them, I never thought, “This will be a band I’ll love.” It was a casual decision based on downloading random music from the Internet. A few weeks later, I realized I hadn’t gone a day without listening to them.
Thanks to our conflicting schedules, I only get to see Gelo around once a month. It sucks donkey balls, but it’s a blessing in disguise, because when we do meet, we make sure it counts.
Yesterday, we went to Gateway. I am sick of malls, so before that, we tried coming up with other places we could go, including Milky & Sunny, Bookay-Ukay, and Quezon Memorial Circle. We even almost boarded a bus to Tagaytay on a whim, until we decided to just go to Cubao. Shame. I really wanted to go to Tagaytay, but we’ll save it for next time.