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BEER, BIRTH, A BRIDE AND BAD NEWS

Big weekend.

Started with the usual 4J gimik at Grams. The usual cast of characters came and that wrapped up around midnight.

Attended Charo's wedding on Saturday. First wedding I've attended in a while where I was nothing more than a guest. Felt a little weird but I got to enjoy the company of my friends. Nines and Gen got plastered. I sang Copacobana to get the Magic Sing portion of the program off the ground. Was accosted for hogging the mic by a drunk carouser who had sang 4 straight songs before my one group song. He goes (slurred) : "Jay-jay! Sinosolo mo naman yung mic e! Betcha don't remember me..."

"Gerry Isaac?" I said faintly recognizing the face of my classmate in Grade 3.

"You're the maaaaaaaan!!!!" He said as he hugged me and spilled his drink on my sleeve.

What a night. Congrats again Charo and Jovan! Sex na yan!

I pretty much slept all Sunday after that. Was woken by the sound of three text messages. All from TC. The first told of the demise of Fr.Macaysn who was the moderator of the J class in third year. I think the boys want the satisfaction of burying him.

The second text message was a call to arms for the boys to gather at Macayan's wake. In true class spirit, and out of love for this teacher, we postponed it to Wednesday.

The third message was the announcement that Jim's wife had given birth to a baby girl. It would be ironic if Macayan was actually reincarnated as Jim's daughter.

Met up with Danny for some Chili fries at Tazza cafe in our neighborhood. Had a laugh recounting an exchange he was having with Bill over the email.

He was telling Ganns not to pay attention to the two sleazy "smucks" (apparently Bill and I).

Bill then "corrected" him by saying that we were two sleazy "Shmuck".

Ahhh...you gotta love my friends.

isn't it schmuck in yiddish?

Hehe burying him indeed.

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