Post-wedding and the basketball game
Monday, August 22nd, 2005It’s Monday, after Labor and hanging out at the BarOps Finance Comm. booth and I am finally having my 1 hour Internet fix… The past weekend I was party to Block D’s first 2 basketball games at Ayala Heights and my cousin’s wedding. Due to circumstances beyond my control (the aforementioned wedding) I did not get to go to Block D’s third and fourth game, which I wanted badly to go to. But then, family comes first, of course. I can’t very well ditch my cousin’s special day for a basketball game or two, can I?
It made all of us teary-eyed to see her walking down the aisle, the first of our lot to have a really big wedding (my other cousin just had a civil ceremony). I remember playing with her as a kid and going on gimmicks as a teenager. Now my Ate Machie is actually a wife and, most probably, will be a mom soon. *sigh* How time flies! The future looms ahead… and the inevitable question of who will be the next of us to get married! Chances are my other cousin, Mabelle, will be next, Ate Machelle’s sister. Then my brother (which shouldn’t be the order of things, but well… realistically speaking he can get married sooner if he wanted to). As for me, I hope I don’t catch any bouquets soon. I still have to take the Bar. And pass this sem. I don’t have a date for the WinLaw Ball, let alone a prospective groom! Good luck with my parents’ plans to marry me off!
Speaking of that fateful wedding night, afterwards we went to the Bobon Manila Residents’ event wherein we again partook of the hermano’s generosity and danced until our feet ached. It is such a comfort to be among relatives (albeit really distant and of a really old, bygone generation) whom you can feel you have something in common with, fleeting as it may be… I love going to parties where I see people from the province. Two years ago, I was in Samar by the time fiesta season rolled around and it was so much fun (and work) to see people come in and out of your house and eat and chat and drink until the wee hours. We had lechon, morkon, buko pandan, leche flan, pansit, etc. and my relatives from the US even went home to go to the fiesta. Everyone seemed happy despite the extravagance. Or maybe it was because of it. We didn’t go to anyone else’s house since Ate Cam said our house had the best food that’s why everyone else was there. (Come to think of it, it seemed like the whole town came in) And I will always be amused of the introduction that I was the daughter or granddaughter or great-granddaughter of this person… I swear, ang laki pala talaga ng clan namin doon! Someway, somehow kamag-anak ko yung dami ng tao na yun. It’s like friendster with its many connections.
Anyway, my point is going to Ate Machie’s wedding and the BOMRA event made me realize how continuous everything is. No matter how fast time may fly, I know that a part of the past will always stay with me.