The Fair

Yesterday was somehow a break in the tiresome routine. Finally, weekend has arrived. Saturday started out with a class, a long lunch with Mel and Ces, choir practice, mass, again choir practice, and finally, the UP Fair. Choir, although a lot of fun, sometimes eats most of my time. Yesterday it ended late, hence, Mel and I met up with the rest of the gang late for the UP Fair.

I rode with Patty and Mel on the way to Diliman and we got “caught” by the mapsa in J.P. Rizal. The police gave out some lame excuse like low headlights. I just wanted to get away from it all. Poor Patty was begging the police not to issue a ticket. I should have known it, they just wanted money. We finally got to UP and parked our cars.

We already bought tickets but the line leading to the entrance was a claustrophobic’s nightmare. *ehem ehem, by the way, I am claustrophobic* I do not like to be in enclosed places and the entrance was the one place I dreaded to be in. We were not only pushed around by the crowd; we also got harassed by the people behind us. *grrr grrr* I have never seen so many goth, emo, ghetto, nerd, and plain weird gathering of teenagers. Thank God for backstage passes. A senior friend of a friend who was the drummer of Sunflower Day Camp got us in. *big thank you* Finally, we got in! *hurray*

We ate shawarma rice and rodicks. After a long chat over dinner, we made our way back to the backstage when we heard the said band begin to play. There a bit of a setback when we were not allowed in but (knowing my friends) we were able to convince the bouncers to let us back in. *phew* We picked a great spot and had fun. And we had a lot of fun!

I miss these “reunions” with my friends. This year, it’s been few and far in between so I’m going to enjoy them as much as I could. Too bad the night had to end. Next time ulit! Happy anniversary to us, girls! Good thing we didn’t get into another accident this year.