when in detroit
step in time
i thought it might amuse you to know that, based off the first line which appeared on my rss feed (without reading the ‘from’ bit) that i thought this was an achewood blog post from cornelius bear. i trust you are not offended by this.
xox
joisda
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I was enjoying a well-crafted Manhattan at Town, Chambers‘ excellent restaurant and bar, when an elegantly-dressed man asked if the seat next to me was unoccupied. I gestured for him to sit, and we barely made it past the small talk before we discovered the following:
Roy told me that he was a derivatives trader, and I explained that I was in New York piloting a course for one of my financial clients. We both agreed that the Chambers/Town combination was unbeatable, although the food was unsteady at best, and that this was our favorite part of the city. We talked about golf, vacationing in Palawan and Visaya, the crazy antics of the would-be socialites in Manila, and placed a bet on when the real estate market would finally go into a nose dive: he said Q4 2008, while my money went on Q1 2009. The talk turned to travel, and he confessed that he’d always wanted to go to a Formula 1 race. I told him that Montreal was unbeatable, although I had a particular fondness for Indianapolis and Monaco, but that if he ever decided to go, he should let me know so that we could meet up again.
The friends he was meeting for dinner finally showed up, and after the round of introductions, he walked me out. “Ano ba ang number mo?“ (“What’s your number?”) he said after we unsuccessfully searched our persons for business cards, and so I sent him a text message. He sent a quick text back in response, and I gave my kababayan (countryman) a warm hug in farewell.
“O sige!” (“Okay, then!”) I said, waving as I went down towards Fifth Avenue.
I relayed the story to Jonathan, who nodded sagely. “You Filipinos,” he said. “You all know each other.”