Home sweet home. It was a fun night though. Being lost at the road is sometimes exciting and full of thrill. You would meet strangers and who knows, if you are lucky, you could find a friend.
We went to the birthday party of our dear friend. We did not have to commute because one of our office mates has a car. I was the only one who supposed to know the directions since I had been to our friend’s place already. As a matter of fact, just last Friday. Anyways, my policy has always been to follow the jeepney route or to literally to follow the passenger’s jeepney that would pass by the area. As we call it, the house we were going to is “along the way”. However, since we were riding a private car, we could take shortcuts. I stuck to my policy for us to follow the jeep. It turned out that we were following the wrong jeep. It was going to a different place. That was when the excitement begun. We got lost!
First person we asked, supposed to have given us the right direction. He said that we should just take the u- turn slot then we were off to the right path. However, we noticed that we were getting farther. We were supposed to go to Bacood, Sta. Mesa yet we were about to see Shaw Boulevard!
Next stop- Shell gasoline station. There was a Chinese or Japanese looking man who was outside his car. He was very nice eventhough it was hard for him to speak Tagalog. He said Bacoor. I corrected him, Bacood. Oh, my friends were laughing because they said that I was frightening the guy. Anyways… we were directed properly so we already saw a Bacood sign. What street? Biliran? Libiran? Oh, I had to check on my cellphone the right name…Ah, Lubiran!
We passed by a jeep which has the sign Bacood sta. Mesa. We were sure that they could tell us the right way. They did. We passed by a handsome young looking man and eventhough we were already at the right street, our gay friend stopped and asked the man for directions! Big laughters filled the car! Oh, if only I could translate it in English…Ang saya-saya kahit nawala na kami.
Anyways, we reached our destination. More fun as it was a birthday party. Lots of foods and drinks! M ost of all, familiar faces. The important faces of friendship. Bonding time of no non-sense conversations, enjoying each other’s company. The hosts were very good. Food and more food!
They were teasing me that I could not be a leader when it comes to travel. I told them, Hey I am just a commuter. I just ride the public transportation and reach my right destination.
The fun had to end and we had to bid goodbye. Til next time!
