I’m still appreciating the evening I spent with my college classmates on a rainy Saturday night at Central BBQ Boy Grill in Makati. The venue with its laid back setting of wooden picnic tables, chill out music and alfresco dining is probably what made me nostalgic of that beautiful night.
I've been so busy and been so out of touch from these people I'd gone to school with for four years. We all got a job in the metro and live just within a five miles radius but we rarely had the chance of hanging out together. There were several occasions I got invited to join them during weekends but due to conflicting schedules and uncompromisable commitments I ended up missing these gatherings.
I'm glad that Marvie and Mimi are always reaching out to me whenever there is a planned gathering. It's been ages since the last time I saw my classmates.That is why despite of the heavy downpour of rain, I made sure not to miss this one.
|Your blogger, Jaymar (the birthday boy) and Richard (the organizer)|
I was expecting that this gathering will be a sort of class reunion but surprisingly there were only eight of us, just a quarter of the total number of our class. It isn't strange that after several years and changes, we are more or less the same.
|The Ladies in Black: Myra, Marvie, Mimi, Shyr and Aessie Anne|
We shared a good meal and lots of good conversations flew around the table. Some old memories (someone actually brought with him old college pictures), some current life stories about work and families, some events like who got married recently, who change jobs and whatnot. We talked about the ones who weren’t there and the ones we wish to be there. The meal was great especially the grilled Filipino dishes.
After the long conversation about the past ,the present and the future, we decided to leave Central BBQ Grill and have another round of meal at Sinangag Express.
On our way to our next stop, we posed for a group picture under the flyover.
And when we got there, I had my picture taken at the entrance of the restaurant.
Another round of good meal was shared and we had more mature conversations about life and time and change and joy and sorrow and faith and failures and successes. These matters have been more real for each of us and perhaps we understand it a little better now than we did back then.
I am already looking forward for our next gathering and I find myself wishing this could happen more often.
These are good people. I miss them again already.