Night swimming with church people? I thought at first I'm not gonna have any bit of fun, but it was really great. We were supposed to be 12, the Apostles, but two weren't able to come. One was Saint Peter, the oldest, who is old enough to be my father. The other was, okay, just like the rest of us, YOUNG, but he didn't come because he was busy because he was Judas Iscariot. There was a running joke telling that he wouldn't be able to come because he is still hanging on a tree. Joking aside, he didn't go for he was busy managing traffic last Saturday, which was, HELL. I took a longer route from Sta. Ana to Calihan just so I can avoid the traffic but when I reach Maharlika Hi-way, just when I was a only few meters from Calihan, I was caught in the gnarl of vehicles and took me 45 minutes to reach my destination. This was another reason why the 7:00 pm agreed time of meeting was delayed to 10:00 pm. Add to that waiting for Saint Andrew, who in the first place set the meeting time to 7:00 pm. Well, so came the ten of us and we headed to Mejia Resort in Calamba where Father Mike, Father Danny, and other people were waiting for us.

It was a good thing there was no traffic in Calamba. When we entered the resort, they were already swimming (except the two priests, who waited for us.) Then Tita Flor bought food for us, Binalot Sa Dahon (tapsilog), Andok's Chicken, and Pork Barbecue. Cigarette break. Father Danny brought Fundador while Father Mike asked St. John to buy Gilbey's Gin (smelled like Eskinol after adding lime juice.) While drinking, we had this nice conversation about the Church which even enlightened St. James and St. Simon. After we finished the wine, we all headed to the pool to cool off and then sang at the videoke. What happened at the videoke was funny. We were all calling Father Danny to sing, "Father, Father, kayo naman! Hihingi tayo ng second collection!" Dennis, the pianist, joked that "Insenso na lang po ang kulang!" The girls near us were laughing and whispering, "Mga seminarista yan!" Imagine being mistaken for seminarians. Some of us were smoking during that time and our voices were really loud, and then being thought of as seminarians. At the kubo, we all laughed about it. We all dressed up and then took a short nap, a very short one, inside the van. It was 4:30 am, we decided it was time to head home. So off we went and it was a quiet ride, I guess all were sleeping, except the driver, who happened to be me. St. John, who was beside me, didn't sleep either.

It was a nice outing, great, in fact. I hope there will be others like this. I also hope that the Junior Holy Name Society they talked about that night will push through (I was in the shower room.) Being with them is nice, and honestly, it makes me happy. Maybe, just maybe, I found my brothers already.

¶ 9:26 AM

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