The Weekend That Was

The weekend that was was one of the best I have ever had.

The weekend that was was one of the best I have ever had. I met with friends I have not seen for ages; ate in places too heavenly to be true; and enjoyed myself so much it almost seemed sinful. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

It all began Friday night when Joanne, Charline, Allan, and myself watched Pirates of the Caribbean. My review for this movie would come soon enough, so I'll reserve any specific comments then, but suffice it to say that I had enough fun to last me throughout the entire movie. It felt good watching Captain Jack Sparrow and the gang come back to life again; I have always enjoyed their presence and that has not changed one bit. [For those who cannot wait, Toj and Joanne have reviewed the movie wonderfully. Take a peek.]

Friday night gave way to Saturday morning. Saturday morning gave way to Saturday afternoon. (Let's not forget that piece of good news that occurred between Friday night and Saturday morning!)

That was when I met with Tsikee, one of the closest friends I have ever had. The last time Tsikee and I went out was during my birthday last year, and for friends this close that's just 11 months too long. However, when we finally met at The Old Spaghetti House in Katipunan last Saturday, it was as though we never left college. We talked about our lives in between scoops of seafood marinara and slices of pork in mushroom sauce, talking without any hint of awkwardness that so often befalls long-separated friends who decide to meet once again.

Saturday afternoon gave way to Saturday night.

Right after my "rendezvous" with Tsikee in Katipunan, I rushed home to meet up with Jel in Burgoo in Powerplant. It was a fitting place to treat such a wonderful and special fellow. Burgoo, with all its delicious meals and efficient service assistants, possessed the same trait as Jel has: it/he always had/has my best interests in mind. Needless to say, we enjoyed the food (grilled porkchop and seafood linguini) and the company (Jel and myself, myself and Jel) so thoroughly that time just passed us by.

Saturday night gave way to Sunday morning. Sunday morning gave way to Sunday afternoon.

Joseph and Jacques met up with me in the Pizza Hut Bistro in Gateway Sunday afternoon. Joseph and Jacques are like little brothers to me, though nowadays they sometimes seem so much more mature than I am. In any case, it was nice seeing the two of them again. As a matter of fact, it was nice seeing the three of us together again. It felt... I don't know, right? That's the closest I can come to describing whatever that feeling was. I guess I just missed those guys.

Sunday afternoon gave way to Sunday night. Sunday night gave way to Monday morning. The weekend that was was over. Not that I had a problem with the passing of this one. For one, the weekend that was would always remain with me; for another, well, there would always be another.