Nameless No More

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I invited my friends over for some tea on a Saturday night, seeing as how I’d be very busy the next couple of weeks. I met them over at our favorite hangout. I met up with Luke who was talking to Julius, Joeboy’s French professor from Alliánce. Joeboy and Nikita followed a few minutes later after purchasing a new pair of black leather S&M stilettos from Nine West. She bought the pair specifically for her party that was to follow.
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There’s this waiter we’ve come to know as Nameless simply because he was. That night however, they found out his name was Joseph. He was nameless no more. It reminded us of the final SATC episode where Carrie answers her mobile after coming out from shopping and we get a glimpse of Mr. Big’s real name on the small, non-colored, one-liner screen. John. It was such a common name for someone who’s been so mysterious and elusive for 6 years. We asked, “Why not Fitzgerald or Zeus or Apollo?” We were so disappointed.
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Nikita tells me that she has an officemate she’d like me to meet. She gave out a name. My initial reaction was that of apprehension, which I felt was quite normal. In a quick instant, all of the self-consciousness ping-ponged about in my head. Nameless no more.
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At 11:15, Nikita left for her friend’s Marlboro Myxtronica party at the World Trade Center in Roxas, le professor de Français went home because he had an early class the next day, and the remaining ménage took refuge in Coffee Bean.
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It was around 12:30 when I received Nikita’s call inviting us over to hear the Warp Brothers. We’d be getting free VIP passes for the party so off we went! Who could refuse an invite like that anyway? Ü
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The place was packed but not all people were dancing. It was a myxed crowd dancing half-enthused over hardcore trance, distinctly European. We didn’t care, we were there to have fun. Music-wise, the only highlight I remember was when the DJs played a heavy remix of U2’s New Year’s Day. Wonderful song and everyone 25 and above seemed to enjoy dancing because they knew the lyrics. Aaahh, the 80s. Dance-wise, on one part Nikita and I were mimicking the sexy ledge dancers atop the platform beside the mix booth. On the other, we were mime-dancing. It was hilarious!
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People started to disperse moments later. We find out that everyone’s outside eating buffet breakfast. For free. Not only that, there were female models giving out free cigarettes as well, a blatant promotional effort for the smoking public. It was about 4am when we finally decided to head home. Coming from the graveyard, I was wide-awake.
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A quick taxi ride along Roxas, I was home. I was dressing up quietly near the toilet when I noticed my grandmother’s room was empty. I find out later that she was brought to the hospital again. *sigh*

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