Between Last Night’s Hangout and This Morning’s Hangover

I was back hanging out in By the Bay at Island Cove with a different set of college friends last night. Judie, Anne, Jhing, Sheena, Rodel (who introduce us to this beach-themed bar) and I had our post-Valentine's celebration there a few weeks ago.This time, interestingly, only Rodel and I are the ones who have been there before while Jhoy, Wewe, Gladys and Jane were able to join us to commemorate the first year anniversary of our college graduation.

It turned out to be the official press conference for Jane's recent personal trial as well. Things were revealed last night, and somehow half of the mystery that surrounded the reason for this sad happening has been unveiled.

Personally, the second visit in By the Bay wasn’t as good as my first time. I wasn't feeling physically well since that morning, and it was extremely breezy when we were there that it aggravated my health condition. I didn't enjoy the food too, although we ordered the same as previous. The baked mussels, in particular I think, triggered me to have a nasty vomit, and thank God I was able to make it to the CR before I messed up and Rodel was there with me.

No doubt, I was that night's kill joy. I initially agreed to stay overnight at Rodel's place so that we friends can have more bonding time, but after that nasty puke, I knew it would be best that I just go home.

Gladys and I went on our respective houses while the four stayed for the night at Rodel’s. I was feeling better when I got up this morning although I still have such a bad hangover. I got a text message from Jane, telling me that they were with ‘someone-I-would-like-to-see' in the jeepney on their way to Malabon last night. Taking about coincidence, if only I wasn’t feeling ill last night, I would have gone with them to Rodel’ house as planned and had that chance in a lifetime to see this person I have not seen for more than a year. I am having a bit of regret, until I realized that this person might not be ready to see me either. Bottom line is, it wasn’t just meant to be.