Rafaelled Part I
Feb 6, Friday 11:26 pm
I’m at The Legend hotel with my friends Glutina and Chestelle. They’re soundly sleeping since we have to wake up at an ungodly hour so we can get ready for our friend, Singerica’s wedding tomorrow.
It’s only a matter of hours before she will be officially changing her last name from Tiu to Rafael. I don’t know about the rest of married life, but having to change the way you write your name, as it is, is a big deal for me.
I am a bridesmaid. At 32. Like being a flowergirl at seventeen. I have no idea what a bridesmaid does. At around 1030pm, Singerica, the bride, came in our room to tell us what to do — misalettes, souvenirs, guestbook. To which I quipped “Ay, akala ko maglalakad lang hahaha“.
I’m supposed to walk down the aisle alongside the vet host of Born To Be Wild but apparently he had to go shoot an episode and won’t be able to make it. Dang. Now I have to take the arm of some guy named Joema.
January was kind of a sucky month but February is looking a lot peachier. And not just for me, for a lot of people in my circle.The boyfriend of one of my friends will be coming home this month, just days before Valentine’s day, after having spent months in Congo. My cousin might might might get a good paying job in Indonesia. And now one of my closest friends is getting married to a good man who has also become our friend over the last five years.
Things are looking up for me too, but I still can’t tell you.
Blog again in a few hours.
Feb 7, Saturday, 4:48 AM
Didn’t sleep. Couldn’t sleep. Too worried about catching the bouquet and having one of the groomsmen put a garter up my thigh. Not because I’m a prude, which I most certainly am not hahaha, but because the groom said they were “mostly unattractive”.
Must have coffee. Not used to being awake this early on a Saturday without some sort of 2-hour trip involved.
Gay make-up artist to arrive in an hour. Will update later.
6am
Breakfast. Thank God for buffets. I had cold cuts and cheeses and whole wheat bread and butter and two cups of coffee. Glutina, whose feeding habits I can never understand, ate pansit and some cold cuts and bread and puto pao and finished with some papaya and watermelon. She was going to go back for oatmeal but I expressed my disgust. Eating should have a process of some kind.
Breakfast buffet at Legend is excellent. Can’t say much about everything else, but the buffet is wonderful.
Our friend Madamayan who was supposed to spend the night with us came for breakfast already glammed up. She had puto and papaya. What is wrong with these people.
630am
Hairdresser Nixon arrives with his flamingly gay posse toting makeup kits and I’m immediately intrigued. The last few weeks, certain individuals — important individuals — have encouraged (yes, not forced) me to explore the possibilities of enhancing my features via makeup. I am seriously considering it, I promise. I’m thoroughly researching it the way I studied weight loss properly before I executed it.
As expected, makeup artist covered the dark circles under my eyes which I’ve had since I was seven, I think hehehe. Concealer galore!
Then. Blue eyeshadow. Ohhhkkkeiii…
Then. Pink lipstick. I rolled my eyes.
Two blowdryers were at full blast as the haridressers started their work on our friend who had also arrived. At which, the power went out. Yes. We short-circuited the place. Twice. Minus points for Legend.
Glutina with her glutathione-enriched-like complexion was a breeze to put make up on. Chestelle’s kinky hair was ironed straight. I had pink lipstick. Life’s not fair.
(Wedding ceremony when I wake up)
