Mid-year Mania

Who would have thought that the masquerade ball would heighten to such grandiose proportions?

I did. I definitely did.

Given the celebrant's reputation of being sophisticated, glitzy and posh, a guy like me wouldn't even dare wearing a tee from Topman and Levi's Skinny Jeans. Oh no, that would be social murder in which I have no plans of killing, myself.

But let us leave the outfit for those who saw me attend, after all, everyone's a critic. I may have looked my best but I may be a fashion drab to some of them. 

I was a lion: brave, gallant, and poised to the nth level. Walking along Vito Cruz towards the hotel made me feel like King of the Jungle. I turned into a fluffy pussycat upon entering the hotel's hulking driveway. I was anxious.

The gate opens at 12:01am.

Yet I was there about 11:45pm. Talk about being too excited for a party whom you barely know people. The hotel lobby served as my hang-out place till the clock strikes midnight.

And a minute passed after midnight, I didn't see much alight the elevator save for three people with gift bags. I knew they were going towards my destination. The outfit says it all and I can smell them from afar. One of them looked my direction and I looked away. It wasn't time for them to see me without the mask.

And the masks will reveal who you are by 1:00am.

Walking ever so quietly along the fourth floor towards the room I should know that parties like these are bound to be noisy, a little too noisy for the other inhabitants. I knocked on the room given, the celebrant greeted me with his authentic bravado and charm. I immediately felt like one of the privileged few guests.

The crowd, although few were in groups. I placed myself near a table adjacent the sofa where a couple smiled at me upon seeing me wearing a mask. I smiled back with much shyness.

The wallflower in me bloomed again just like the first house party I attended and this time it grew roots. I can't seem to interact with people. I had for that occasion developed skill similar to mutism. Scrutinizing faces across the room, I knew I was alone in the meantime until J drops by and would be willing to start a conversation with me.

A celebrant's friend offered me something to drink. 


Curiosity killed the cat, I was merely questioning the name of the drink. Although it didn't register, I know this will be a long, long, long party. I drank it without much inhibition. It tasted pretty wicked like an addictive poison. The first round was a success. But the mouth is not satisfied yet, the taste still has its undaunting nature, I obtained another serving just to make sure. The alcohol slid inside the throat smoothly there was a slight feeling of heat but nothing compared to the next series of events.






To be juicily continued...