For a while, my mommy has been telling me that we were going to an Arnel Pineda concert. He's the current lead singer of Journey, but does his own solo concerts as well. We carpooled with her coworker, Rose, and Rose's husband. Guess what? It turned out to be a Journey concert! (Apparently, Filipinos automatically refer to Journey concerts as just Arnel Pineda concerts.) Score!
Facebook status was updated to:
At the JOURNEY concert bitches!
I think the chick sitting in front of me might've been my old friend, Vera, but I wasn't too sure. Vera was a stuntwoman and professional cosplayer (if the latter even is a real job) whom I met at a Martial Arts convention years ago. She was the first hot chick to ever insist that I exchange numbers with her. The last time I saw her in person, I was with Apolonia, a 15-year-old who insisted that I go out with her back when I was 21 - so the age difference wasn't too bad. Now I'm going to have to track down Vera to confirm if that was her at the Journey concert. If so, she's a cougar now, considering that I remember her as being a late 20s/early 30s pretending to barely be in her 20s. The point is: Vera has dibs on being the one whom I bust a #3 to the next time that I do, for old time's sake.
After the Journey concert, mommy had me tag along with her to the hospital to finish a little work. Her coworker, Alvin, walked by.
ALVIN: You don't look anything like your mom ... You're actually handsome. [Runs away before mommy can counter.]
Then I got free custard, jello and cranberry juice from the nurses' lounge that was left unattended. Highlights of the night: 1) I bought a Journey shirt. 2) I really used my iPhone's video for the first time to record the finale of Don't Stop Believing with fireworks at the end.
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