Cozy cousins

me, Peachy, Johay and Ichi

I had a very relaxing evening the other night as cousins Peachy, Ichi, Johay and I held our bi-annual (meaning - because kuno of our super hectic superstar superdiva schedules, we see one another only twice a year - when balikbayan cousin Johay is in town) girls night out at this very homey pinoy resto in Greenbelt 5, Fely J's. Yes it was a very relaxing and hilarious conversation among four female cousins hanging on to their forties by a thread or two (or three, sige na nga!). As we were touching up after dinner (complete with kurlash) in prep for our bi-annual photo ops turista style to be taken by the waiter, somebody made a very interesting remark. This was after we had spent a few seconds people watching and noticing men of varied shapes, sizes and vintage. Do you realize, one of us said, wala na tayong karapatan to call any man a DOM dahil kasing edad na natin sila?* Now THAT is just about the scariest remark I have heard ever since I crossed over to the upper side of forty. We all agreed. These men are just one or two multiples of five away, they are OUR generation! The ones we had all the karapatan to call DOMs are now in Manila Memorial Park, if not in some hospital bed lying incontinent and harmless. Scary scary SCARY! This was all the justification we needed to walk over to Cafe Damaso to gorge on very sinful desserts and pretend we were still twenty five (age and waistline).


* translation - we have absolutely NO RIGHT to call any living man now a Dirty Old Man since they are about as old as we are!