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Sunday, November 14, 2004

Road Trip!

#46: Monday Mini Trip To Tagaytay

Another holiday. I don't know what it is with November. It seems like there's a holiday every other week. Not that I'm complaining. It's just hard to think of getaways when they're always just a day at a time. Why can't we all have those 2-month summer breaks or those 1-month sem breaks? That should be cool for a trip to Shanghai or something.

Anyway, I'm going to Tagaytay tomorrow with some friends. There's nothing much to see in Tagaytay really. But it's just 40 minutes away and can already be considered "outside of the city limits" so it pretty much meets the minimum requirements for a "getaway." All we need is a bit of "silly factor" and we're all set.

One volunteered to bring fish crackers and Cheez Curls. I'm bringing a guitar and a book containing 1001 songs (50% of which, I don't know; 75% are songs I can't play). We'll either have lunch at this nice place called Ville Sommet (if the owner finally decides to actually open it to customers instead of being content with merely advertising a closed resto to the world) or at some cheeseball beef brisket soup house (which Tagaytay is famous for). Afterwards, coffee at the ubiquitous Starbucks (there's no escaping Starbucks, really. Blame Howard Schultz.) We'll probably hang out at the People's Park (where a lot of weirdos run around with kites or pineapples or skinny horses) or at some nice secluded garden owned by some skinny pineapple-growing horse-riding weirdo. I don't know.

I know though that we'll head home with loads of stories in my trunk - some about what we've done in the past how many years, months, weeks we haven't seen each other; some about what we plan to do in the next weeks, months, years of our lives. There will be a couple about victories. And then some about heartbreaks. Then a lot of pictures we'll dig up and laugh at years and years down the road.

And there will be one song we'll take home at the end of the day. About what, I still don't know. I'm still waiting to see what kind of inspiration a bag of fish crackers will give a car full of nuts.

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