April 25, 2007
Defeat of the Wizards
I went to my first NBA game on April 15th at the Verizon Center and the husband was apologetic for the miserable outcome. The home team, Washington Wizards, did not only lose – they got beat up pretty bad. The Wizards were pummeled and hammered by the Chicago Bulls minute after minute that watching the game was like having a toothache. The agonizing finish: 101-68. What a dismal showing for the Wizards. Since the end was inevitable, I warded off boredom by taking these photos.
YEAR OF THE MINI-ME'S
On the 19th, a longtime friend of mine from New York came to town with her husband who was giving a lecture on early cinema. We had been talking about this reunion of sorts since I got here September last year, babbling on the phone how quickly time flies and how we miss our coffee-drinking nights at Brews (where we passed time unloading our sentiments on life and watching prostitutes go about their business).
So two years since our last meeting in Cebu, there we were in the middle of DC prattling in Cebuano non-stop. The most anticipated part of the reunion, however, was meeting the newest addition to her family – five-month old Juan, gray eyes and all. There is nothing more indicative of life in transition than seeing your friend with a diaper bag. Or breastfeeding in public. Motherhood is a badge she now proudly wears and she is evidently happy. True to Bisaya form, she calls the boy “Dodong” during moments of endearments. Poor Juan, his nose was the subject of scrutiny as his mother and I tried to determine if he'd been spared from inheriting the famous Filipino pug nose.
Lugging Juan with us, we later went to the Phillips Collection to catch the “Moving Pictures: American Art and Early Film” exhibit and had dinner with the husband and our own little resident at an Italian restaurant.
On the same week, we reconnected with a friend we have not heard of the last three of four years. We often wondered if she was swallowed in the jungles of Mindanao. Well, she’s resurfaced in the city with a man and a six-month-old bump on the stomach. We both shocked each other with developments in our lives.
Ms. B: Whaaaaatt? You cook and iron clothes now?
Me: Egad! You’re married and pregnant?
Our friendship began in a weird way and to this day neither one of us knows how we thrust aside the hostility that came with first impressions. It was good to talk to her again and even better to know that she’s doing all right. I passed on the news to the other members of the gang and hopefully soon they will be sitting down for coffee or tea just like old times.
Posted by fleur at April 25, 2007 05:27 AM