
Meet the crazies. A riot broke when the four of us met up again for dinner, dessert, and lots of spontaneous discussion on the 30th of January. For some reason, we just could not stop laughing, every single time. When you’re with girlfriends you practically grew up with, the stories seem to go on forever.
We could discuss love lives one minute and funny high school prom bloopers the next. Then we would switch to fashion, something we all want to talk about, and then, just as quickly, be steered into topics concerning the recent global financial crunch that has Obama’s hands full, not one minute into his official inauguration.

Because Sora is a lawyer who works in the Senate, she dishes out stories on politicians and their little predilections, and offers us opinions as to who among the senators look better in person than in print ads or TV. She may be the only lawyer among us, but all of us love debates, so we always end up arguing over the most inane things, soap opera stars and Pinoy love teams included.

Marshie makes me roll over with laughter even as she utters the simplest of remarks. She treats everything you say as a joke moreover, so you end up giggling over something or other. She’s overly conscious with her weight, even when she’s already lost a lot of pounds in recent years and has never looked better. And she’s baring a bit of cleavage now! Case in point:

That’s a bra cup right there, or at least a part of it. Haha. She was thrilled to have this picture taken of her, and she insisted I send it to her after having stored it in my trusty digicam. She’s leaving for New Zealand on the 17th and I think more than anything, I shall miss her laughter. She’s the one person who laughs the laugh that makes me want to laugh. Really, it’s that contagious. To describe her as a ray of sunshine would be an understatement.
Okay, all of us are crazy about our weight. And crazy about photos. No, we are not obese, far from that actually, but we know that the camera adds ten pounds, so we practically fight for the best angles, every time.

The only skinny person among us is Estee, who I deduce, weighs only about 90 pounds. She eats a lot and never gets fat. Some people are just blessed with skyrocketing metabolism, and this girl can’t complain.

We were entering the resto just when we spotted this lovely table for four. Nobody wanted to sit with Estee, because we (Sora, Marshie, and I) knew that we would all look corpulent in comparison. The dialogue went like this:
Me (dashing to the table): Marsh, sit with me, quick!
Sora (literally pulling Marsh by the arm): No, I’m not sitting with Estee! Marsh, puhlease!
Estee (laughing): Ouch, you’re hurting my feelings!
Me: Marsh, sit.
After a while Sora gave up, and we all ended up laughing like drunken hyenas. Then we realized the waiter was standing by the table all along. No, he wasn’t smiling. He actually looked pretty mean. If I wasn’t feeling light-headed after the hyena-laughing, I could have told him to go get a life.
Well, maybe the sight of four twenty-somethings acting like crazy schoolgirls was more than he could take.