The Moon Is Made of Cheese

I have reverted to my old kahit-weekday-gigimik ako persona. I went to Saguijo last night, hoping to catch Hale, Orange and Lemons and Kapatid. In case I haven’t bellowed it in your ear, I love karl Roy. I have had a crush on him since I was in high school, and he was to me, the dreamy bad boy; my ultimate conquest.

I met up with Manda and Karla at the Mcdo in some corner of Makati. Apparently, I have no idea what that place is called but hey, I was able to get there so I guess I shouldn’t bother knowing what that place is. It was Shen’s idea that we should get to Saguijo by 7 since the mob of teary Hale fans are sure to fill the place, never mind if we would get the early bird a.k.a excited kayo masyado award. That idea was either brilliant or just plain insane. I went ahead of Shen since, as I mentioned, I had to meet up with my fab friends. Our group was able to secure a table alright: we didn’t even have to wait since we were the first ones there. I was praying hard that none of the bands would show up really early hence we’d be put in the bracket of creepy female band stalker (groupies). Shen and her own fab group of friends arrived shortly and was the second group to grace Saguijo’s cold and (at that time) barren floors.

9 PM- My friends and me were getting pretty bored. Manong outside told me that the gig starts at 10.30 and since we got there at 7, you could imagine the shade of purple my nails had with the inhumane cold the air conditioner was set on. By this time, I was on my 3rd round of drinks. On my left, Karla was getting a bit drunk and our group proceeded to entertain ourselves by talking about…the birds and the bees and the barnacle. I regret to inform you that I shall not divulge our topics as having been under the influence of Cuba Libres, Black Russians and beer, the terms became a bit…explicit.

10.30 PM- Boy Elroy plays. I missed this kind of music, the hysterical shouting angsty kind. After smoking outside, I came in and was told that Kapatid (Karl Roy’s new band) would not be able to make it. Great. I looked at the suspiciously short characters adjusting their guitars and mics on stage.

For about 20 minutes, I was staring, just plain staring at the band. I was so tempted to get on stage and stand next to them. Man! These boys are hobbits! I think none of them would be tall enough to reach my face, not that I thought of possible face-rubbing. Their set was loud and…loud.

11 PM- You would know that Hale would be next. The crowd swelled into an alarming number. Hale zealots squeezed into chairs, never mind if they were 3 stocky girls sharing one unfortunate stair. Tables were filled, the floor was literally crawling with people and the scent of sweat mixed with beer filled the air. We had a good table; it was right in front of the stage so we were spared from incessant neck-craning throughout Hale’s set. I have an admission: I am no Hale fan. I was there for Kapatid, but since they were not performing, I was sulking in the dark and nursing my nth Black Russian. I guess it was the alcohol that made me calm down a bit and appreciate Hale and Hale’s bassist. Yes, yes…I have a huge crush on Sheldon and harbor immoral thoughts about him. Notwithstanding my latest object of lust, I found their performance ok. They were not bad, but they were not spectacular either. They just…were. I can’t remember how many songs they played, nor how many drinks I had, but when they played their cover of Coldplay’s “Yellow”, I warmed up to them (or maybe it was the rum doing the warming me up). A few more songs and a lot of maniacal screaming from their loyal girl fan base later, Hale was done and so were our eardrums. We had to sit there, waiting for the dull buzzing and thick silence our ears were swimming in.

12 PM- Our group heads home, smelling of smoke and the modest amount of alcohol we had. I wasn’t able to go to tell Shen that we were leaving. Even if we were 3 feet apart, the outward moving crowd made it impossible for me to make voluntary movements. I tried to walk through the opening I saw, but found myself on the floor shortly after. At least Champ (Hale’s vocalist) and Roll (guitarist) had their back turned from me. That saved me from a major embarrassment, or so I thought. Manda, Leo and karla, were apparently giddy from their Cuba Libres that they pulled a high school stunt. No, I won’t tell what it is and yes, I was embarrassed. Let’s put it this way: the stunt involved a car, me sliding down a seat and my beloved Sheldon. Bitin no? Am headed for a fun fun weekend; I hope that I win in the battle of Monday lethargy for more entries.