Whether I am bitter or merely sour graping is not in my list of considerations given that I am fully irked with the treatment I received from a few people I once considered as friends. Me and my few close friends went to a party after an invitation of an old acquaintance. We were not expecting to be accommodated excessively but expected a rather civilized way of getting entertained since we did not go there as gate crashers. My friends and I vary in our reasons for attending the event- some would be to check on the lives of our friends and maybe some to just rekindle the memories of once working on that institution. Waiting for quite sometime outside of the venue is not the big thing yet as the greeting of the "friend" who came to fetch us turned to be more irking.
Despite the sour hospitality endured by the group, we feel blessed to have been refreshed of where most of us started and to share stories of how we are going about these days. Maybe we all need that from time to time- to touch base with what we once considered our home. Still, our adventures did not end with the incident at the gate as the venue proved to be a stronger challenge. Most of the old people we used to work with started turning their heads and made some whispers with their cohorts. Not that I give a damn to what they say but they should know that it is quite impolite to do that.
So from harsh welcomes to eyes on our direction came the crown of all the disappointments- the food. Me and a friend already ate dinner as we have somewhat anticipated that but another friend gave them the benefit of the doubt and hoped they would serve good food. Lo and behold, the pasta they served is Panisia Pacquiao and that I kept wondering why only our friends noticed that despite the sour smell filling the air. wait there's more, maybe they have intentionally done that because the main courses are yet to be served. True enough, came an intermission featuring crispy patas and some lechons. San ka pa naumay ka na dun! BOG!!!
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