Eight o’clock in the morning today I was driving through SLEX, with Marco and a couple of his eighteen-year-old girl friends. In these situations I let Marco be, it’s his group of friends anyway. I slide in the background, just listening. I was driving, anyway.
We arrive at Ugu Bigyan‘s house in Tiaong, Quezon in 3 hours. Along the way, SLEX was slow, and we witnessed a big TV-Patrol-worthy accident in Santo Tomas, Batangas. A big passenger bus ramming onto a house. Just a glimpse and I knew it’s impossible not to have any fatality in that mess. Back to Ugu, we were greeted by his terracotta house, beautiful, classic, and aspirational. If Ugu’s gay (I kinda think he is), then he’s another gay idol in my books. His palace boasts of simple but classic beauty. Every showcase hut in his garden was beautifully styled, every nook and cranny designed with symphony in mind. I love that place. Minus the dragon-sized mosquitoes, it’s perfect.
The food they served was magical. It was very Filipino, and as I ventured to interview the serving waiter, the process of preparing the food was exquisite. Filipino cooking, real Filipino cooking, is love in action. As he was explaining the intricate process of how the appetizer (“Kulawo”) was prepared, I was listening in awe. I can feel nothing but gratitude. It seemed to me that the whole universe conspired to prepare that wonderful meal which I enjoyed so thoroughly.
In the background, the voice of a Filipina soprano floated as she sang kundiman songs. My teeny-bopper companions who loved the food as I did, unfortunately didn’t appreciate the accompanying music a bit. I did. It was super, for me. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, generation gap in the flesh. I too did not grow up with kundiman, but at my age, I could appreciate it. These teeners do not. I’m not judging, just highlighting a gen gap example.
The way home was long. I arrived in my house with a nagging headache. For a moment I thought the spirits surrounding the fatal accident that we passed caused my headache. But of course that fleeting thought was dismissed in a snap. All I want to remember then was my quality time with Marco, and that beautiful, magical meal at Ugu’s.
Life is good. Cheers, my friends. Let’s be thankful for the many beautiful things in life. Say with me, “World Peace!”