I can still hear my heart responding to the whistle.
Tonight was one of the best nights I have ever had! Happy 5th birthday, Havana Greenbelt! Havana isnt Havana without the music, and it being its birthday, naturally the music just got louder, better, and simply fantastic! Two of my fave bands played tonight, Arriba and Guarana. Singers of both bands have become my acquaintances, with Eileen (Guarana) it feels like we have known each other for a long time! Then there were Christine, who is simply amazing when she dances, Willy boy my boy, haha, who is gracious enough to give me a spin, and the servers who have all become part of my little circle. That is, Tina and I. Haha!
All started out with a plan to just go since Flora Purim, of the Sergio Mendes classic ‘Briges’ song, was coming over to perform. So off I went with Tina. We both were just there last night just dancing the night away. Nothing eventful but fun as well, as I think I burned the heels of my shoe dancing the salsa AND the samba and sweating what would normally be a months worth of sweat just doing my normal routine. Fell into a deep sleep on the way there even, since I already had a late night and still had to report for work this morning.
So we decided to just have dinner at Havana just to make sure we had the best seats of the house. Without choice, we sat at the bar with uncomfy bar stools to feast on our sisig and rice meal. With mojitos. Sisig and Rice. For people like Tina and I who can down 3 cups of rice between us both and two platters of scallops, with side order of salmon belly and grilled eggplant, the sisig and rice was rather — a modest meal. HAHAHA! But that was better than trying to act like a ‘lady’ and eating nothing but calamari then be famished after two hours! So keri na.
Night started slow, but when the Samba band began to play, mood turned festive. And I mean Mardi-Gras-of-Rio festive! Not just happy. Festive. It was getting a taste of Brazil, at its best! Music was FANTASTIC and the people, Brazilians, Americans, French and Pinoys just couldnt enjoy more! I was dancing like I have never danced before! The two tuesdays spent trying to samba proved worthy since I did get to do some moves with the beats that I only hear in Havana.
After that, things only got better. They had a raffle for guests since they were in a celebratory mood anyways, and my name was first picked as a raffle winner, where I got to have a pitcher of classic mojito. Now of course my concern then was how the heck to down the pitcher between Tina and I?! But that was the least of my concerns apparently, because one Guarana played Magalenha, this after getting our pics taken with Flora and Airto, things just got wild! And I MEAN wild, hahaha!
There was the showdown-amidst-this-crowd with Samba dancers who of course, I was only trying to mimic, then there was Marcus, the Argentinian businessman who just began dancing with me, and I, with him, in a not-so-conventional way. I guess for those who go out, doing the kind of dance we did IS conventional, haha! Then there was this seemingly Indian, or could’ve been Lebanese guy (basta from the middle east) whom I also did the dance with. He was kind enough to comment I danced great. The Argentinian, by some force of nature or whatever, just told me ‘I was making things hard for him’. Whatever that was. We got into a quick discussion about his life, telling me he was married while I was here just dancing! haha!But I did give that poor boy a problem because until the moment we went home, he was telling me to ‘give it’ to him and dance with him again, hahahah! But in fairness to me, he wasnt too bad at all. He looked very distinguished and very good looking. Matured but hot. I do have taste.
Then in the middle of house music playing, Tina tells me to go with her as she goes for a smoke. For some reason I get trapped within the pile of people coming in and lost her. So I went back in and thought I had to pee. Who knew going for a pee would be the start of something GREAT!
Bag was placed quietly under the bar table, which wisely had hooks for women’s bags. And there was this good looking man just on my way to get my things. I excused myself, he smiles, and moves so I can get my stuff. I line up the ladies room and the world starts to turn since I think I had too much of the mojito pitcher. Things become heavy and my temples seem to pulsate. But it being that time of the month, I realize I forgot to bring along my bestfriend during these times and go back to where my bag is to get my ’supply’. I get into a short conversation with this guy, hi, hello, excuse me I need my bag, thanks then I line back up and finish what I lined up for.
Then I realize this guy was a looker when I got back. I got a glass of water and by some divine intervention the seat next to him empties up. I sit. I watch. Then I say ‘Hi’. For the second time. And the rest is history.
We probably spent an hour talking about his life, my life, his job, my job, his hobbies, my hobbies. I find out he speaks 6 languages fluently and speaks a little of Tagalog and South African, has a PhD from Cambridge University, his mom is English, dad is Dutch but was born in South Africa and has travelled the world since dad works for a department for the United Nations. He also sings and used to be a tenor in a choir back in UK. With all those credentials, and him being cute — BE STILL MY HEART!
I felt a good vibe, a good connection. We were able to discuss so much in the hour we spent, and it didnt seem like an hour. We got to talk that deep despite music really playing as loud as it can get. He made me laugh, and I made him laugh. I liked him the moment I saw him and liked him better after talking to him.
Andre, is simply great! Who knew the uncomfy bar stool I sat in for dinner would seem like the best seat in the house when speaking with him? I didnt seem to notice that the bar stool gave me a problem finding the comfortable seating position. Suddenly, it just was.
We might meet up again for Friday, since again, for some divine intervention, the event I have is with Shell, which has long been Dutch-owned, and Andre is more than welcome to drop by.
Until Friday, I think I will take things easy and allow myself to get carried away by the slightest possibility that life, may still get better than what it already is.
Maybe, just maybe, God has decided to give me a real balance of life and let me have it all this time. =)