Everybody else is doing it, so why can’t I?

Was almost held up in Heathrow on the way back from Seattle when an overzealous passport control official handed me a note saying I was going to have to go through a “Medial Inspection” before being allowed to take my connecting flight back home. Strange that I was anticipating all sorts of fuck ups in the States with immigration but nothing of the sort ever happened (the border control guard in my way in was clearly first-generation Filipino immigrant), and I get to London for a layover and I get pulled over for having been rejected for a UK visa in 2004 (we didn’t have enough papers; we got the visa a week later).

Anyway after they made me wait for ten minutes or so looking like a wet chicklet, with a note in my hand that said, to the best of my understanding, that I was going to be asked to bend over, the lady who took my passport came out, handed me my passport back, got the note from me and promptly tore it up. She mumbled a half-assed apology that she took up my time. I said, No problem ma’am, and then ran to security for a flight that was supposed to fly 20 minutes later (it was delayed by two hours, giving me enough time to go to the bathroom and take a dump blocked by 9 hours of air travel).

First thing I did when I got back was do my laundry and go to the grocery store for necessities. Then three friends and I went pub-crawling and ended up waiting for a cab for an hour and a half in the early hours of Sunday. I went to bed at 5, woke up at quarter to 3 in the afternoon, and then vacuumed and cleaned the bathroom. They had music in the third place we went to; we all had Jagermeister shots beforehand so we were dancing like crazy. Also I was so engrossed with seeing all these random people hooking up and kind of hard-core making out in the middle of everything. I kept staring; you know how in movies or something they have the shot from afar and then they sort of spiral in against the neon lights and the bass of the music and zoom into this boy and this girl who step closer and closer to each other and then they kiss? Something like that, only there is the slight smell of bile and kebab in the air, and it’s the alcohol, not the lighting, that makes everyone look so fucking gorgeous.

Shit. What do people do when they’re past 30 anyway? What the hell am I supposed to do then?!

ALSO!!! (shameless plugging alert)

Sel has an album out. An album! Fifteen years in the making! Well, we always knew she was going to get to do that anyways, reported resemblance to John Lennon/Gary Ignacio (?) notwithstanding. It’s now just a matter of rallying the troops, so. Please go and check out the Ang Bandang Shirley album; videos of their first single Themesong are also playing in Myx and MTV. I love this song. It’s just so happy. How can you not be happy after this? It’s like staring at two people falling in love three feet from each other in a crowded pub with music in the air, getting closer one step at a time for their first kiss.

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