We had a guest priest for our 6pm mass last Sunday. He was from Las Pinas and he brought his altar server with him. He was cute... could be in his late teens or early twenties.
At the very back of my mind, I was thinking that he may be just an altar server and nothing more... until Communion...
He started giving out hosts... like a priest...
I wanted to faint! If he were to choose between God and me, it's obvious who he would choose, ne?
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Last Saturday, I had an immersion with Rich and Kathy at the dark side of Malate. After a nostalgic dinner at Sweet Inspirations in Katipunan, we started on our roadtrip to Malate.
The 3 goddesses, drinking that traitorous drink at Cafe Havana
Yours truly. ^_^ Still needs dieting and exercise
To make the story short, we were treated to a night of men wearing ridiculously short, sheer and tiny shorts, skimpy denims and what not... dancing and being oggled by other men. ^_^
Rich made me touch one of the guy's tush, allowing myself this indulgence, screaming and squealing as we danced the night away. It felt liberating, dancing on top of the stage, uncaring if someone would harass me... it is a gay bar after all! Nobody would even give me a 2nd glance!
We went to shops and stared at gay films...some of them were critically acclaimed or porn~ish (ok fine, there were some hardcore flicks), mardi gras outfits, even toys!
Rich made us touch one toy, which was surprisingly soft... and real (according to the guy at the shop!). He even made it vibrate and made us touch it while the.... speed... increased.
It felt weird, that was it.
Oh, and Kathy fell in love with the gay co-owner of the bar we went to... so sad.. he seemed like the perfect guy to present to one's parents.
Life is short to waste on what-ifs and what nots. At this time and age, di na uso ang nene! Enjoy! Splurge! Have fun and live a life full of wisdom based on experience!
To Rich and Kathy: Please don't forget the vow you made for me! ^__^ aasahan ko suporta ninyo! hahahaa!
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