Pit Senior!

It's Sunday, Philippine time. And it's Sinulog once again.

I can't believe it's been a year already since I was on the streets of Cebu for the Sinulog festival. I was dancing, laughing my heart out with my friends. We were on the streets, there was rum and juice, and some chips (for us who don't do alcohol) and a whole lot of laughter.

We were front seat audience of a hit and run too. A motorcycle driver was too drunk to function and hit a lady. The moron didn't realize that it was too crowded for him to pull a hit-and-run, he got mobbed by the by-standers. The journalist in me was (sickeningly) excited for such action. By the time the cops showed up, he was already beaten like no other. Bruised and bloody.

Other than that "minor" incident. I remember it was so much fun. There were fireworks. One of my best friends got so stupid drunk. Well, most of them got drunk.

I remember going home with my brother, who was having too much fun himself, when the sun was about to rise.

Most importantly, I remember the look on my best friend, Fidel's face. Nobody could flaunt a black eyeliner like he did. Not even the Pirates of the Caribbean actors.

I wish I was there again to celebrate with them. I know it will be so much fun.

Ah... good times. Good times.