VIVA! Senior Santo Niño!

HAPPY FIESTA!!! Today, we have celebrated the 41st fiesta of our Barangay’s Patron, Senior Santo Niño, but my friend posted on FB saying "Happy 40st fiesta!" 

I woke up this morning stuck between (a) going to school or (b) stay for the fiesta. Even made a poll question on my Facebook and I'm not surprised to know that 99.9% of the response have chosen letter (b) and the 0.01% who chose letter (a) came from my thesis groupmate (lakas maka Safeguard LOL!) But I'm a grown up now, right? I should be able to determine between what's good and what's not. And since I have recently had a change of heart, without a doubt, I chose letter (b) (a).

The clouds roofed the sky above making the event ideal for outdoor activities, not until it slightly rained but we were expecting it’s going to happen, just like the recent years. Nonetheless, nothing beats the Filipino blood! It's been proven that we can withstand through rain or shine, flash floods, raging storm, for the foods, for the party, for the fun – the show must go on!

We have a simple preparation since we’re not expecting my Father’s guests. Yes, it’s like his birthday celebration every time we’re having an event. His guests are like FILO in accounting – first in, last out. Crammed full of beer, busy kitchen for their pulotan, and that karaoke of the drunks where they turned into Aliens, the language was so indistinct nobody can translate in this habitable zone of the Milky Way Galaxy. 

We celebrated virtuously as thanksgiving for all the blessings that came. For my 20 something years of living here, I’d say we are truly blessed. Truly blessed with family, friends, and neighbors. Let's just ignore Aunt Juvy (not my relative) whose house is next to us, she just love screaming and swearing a blue streak! 

There's no main event to happen this year. According to my friend who's working on the Barangay Hall, the budget is too tight. Besides, people were entertained from the nightly performance of each of the 23 zones every night before the fiesta. 

Class dismissed at 5pm. Instead of going home early, I went to see baby baboy. We had dinner together in this restaurant (now my wallet is racing against its breath) which name is kinda quirky, their business name goes like "*censored* World's Worst Ribs" I'm no gourmet hunter to judge the taste of the food, but as long as it's not off, I'd eat it whole. But the baked scallops? Purely worst!

Anyways, just got home. Need to grab some foods before my brother's classmates from college, to high school, to elementary will wipe clean the dining table. Like, don't they foods at home? Just kidding.

VIVA SENIOR SANTO NIÑO! LET'S PARTEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!