The coffee was already cooling when I took the first sip. I'd forgotten I'd taken a mug with me as soon as I set it down beside the keyboard and fired up my computer. Elmer didn't bother changing and went straight to bed. I sat cross-legged on my chair and started absentmindedly fingering my mobile phone while waiting for the machine to boot up. I wondered if Mikey was still going to txt when he gets home. He looked tired when he and Vergel got inside the cab. As a matter of fact, we were all pretty tired. For about four hours into the night, we were singing our lungs out as if the fate of humanity depended on how loud we can sing each song. I would have actually been surprised if any of us still had energy on reserve left at the end of the evening to keep us awake for another thirty minutes, give or take -- so I suppose I could forgive Mikey for not being able to txt anymore. Besides, I'm sure I'd see him online when he wakes up.
And I, although exhausted, was not the least bit sleepy, oddly enough. I remembered the reason why I told Elmer I wanted to take a long walk in the first place. Long story short, I have been informed through txt message that there have been unexpected changes regarding a project we've been working on, causing delays in certain things related to said project -- things we have worked considerably hard for. Possible consequences started tumbling through my mind, and I Just Did Not Want to think about it, let alone on a Saturday night. Hence the walk.
Meeting up with Mikey was completely spontaneous. His schedule has always been hard to pin down, so even though we lived in the same city, it was a rare occasion for us to find time to hang out. Tonight though, he was with several of his friends, boozing and singing at Cable Car in Pasay Road. Being a relatively walkable place, Elmer and I decided to meet up with him. We took our time getting there however, so when we finally got to the place, most of Mikey's friends were already leaving. Only one guy -- Vergel -- decided to stay. For the next few hours, the four of us talked and sang and talked and sang some more, and I could never have imagined a more complex mix of minds gathered at a bar table on a Black Saturday Night. In a word, it was cathartic. In two words, it was pleasantly unexpected. And in seven, it was something we all needed to learn from.
It's pushing eight in the morning right now, but exhaustion still hasn't taken over my senses completely just yet -- at least not to the point of making me want to lie down and sleep. I'm still thinking of the night that was, and how the decision to walk and then meet up with Mikey -- although simple and seemingly ordinary occurrences in themselves -- have inexplicably, profoundly, and strangely affected me in ways deeper than I never would have guessed when Elmer and I stepped out the door earlier in the evening. Perhaps this is the Universe's way of letting me know that the way I process new things and events have evolved, much like the way I switch on Autopilot when things routinary trigger my senses. Or maybe I'm just over analyzing things, the way a mind awake for almost 24 hours would.
Meanwhile, coffee's almost gone, and the first rays of Sunday morning sunlight are streaming through the little cracks in my room's old wooden walls. I conceded, and accepted that there was no real point in me staying awake, so I will be sleeping in a bit. Here's to hoping when I wake up, things would make a little more sense than the kaleidoscope of ideas currently running through my head.
