An afternoon with Rene's 'erotic' pulutan

The Christmas season in the provinces is often synonymous with lots of eating and drinking, the eating portion being the short prelude to the lengthy drinking bouts. I guess we must have inherited the habit from our ancestors who, according to the early Jesuit missionary Padre Pedro Chirino, drank from large containers made of coconut shells as they chanted their tribal histories for several days, never letting up until the ambahan was through. I don't know if they had invented the bahalina then, but if they did, they surely handed us down a lasting, if intoxicating, legacy.

Yesterday, one of my writer friends Rene invited his close associates to his house in Tambulilid for a small celebration. I suspect Rene is preparing to launch his bid for a Congressional seat as a partylist representative for a group which he and his friends are still going to formally register with Comelec. No, he did not exactly spell out his intentions, but it was evident he was cementing old ties and forging new ones. Politics, after all, is numbers. He did mention it in passing, but with Felix, Gerard, me and another visitor around, the topics shifted incessantly, having no single thread. The fine bahalina which Rene ordered from Barugo made the session all the more vibrant. With some bahalinas, a little Coke is usually added to sweeten the taste, but the brew we had yesterday was of a finer, smoother blend. In wine bottles, they could be easily mistaken for the European vintage.

Add in the exotic (Rene said 'erotic') dishes, such as callos, paklay, fish kinilaw in gatasinugbang bangus and another delicacy whose name escapes me, we certainly had lots of things to banter about. Our host had to 'import' his brother-in-law, whose skills we could taste in the food, to prepare the dishes.

As in our previous session at Dadaz, Felix again started his discourse on 'frustrated housewives', this time, suggesting that he was through with that phase and that he has a bigger, more exciting chase in mind. Rene could only grin mildly but would not venture an opinion because Gigi, his better half, was within earshot. Felix and Rene know Gigi's violent outbursts. Felix, especially. Gigi once struck him with a box of Dunkin' Doughnuts, accusing him of being Rene's 'bad influence'. Neither Rene nor Felix wants to repeat that experience.
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At one point, the talk centered on the city's current water system project which has succeeded in creating canals in the middle of the streets because the guys who contracted the job seemed to be fond of digging long canals alongside the streets and across them in apparent disregard for the public's convenience. The canals are often left gaping uncovered as the PVC pipes have yet to be installed. Now vehicles have to stop wherever the canals are lest the shocks in the underchassis are broken. In subdivisions there are humps, but here we have canals.

I have very few drinking buddies because I am quite choosy with the people I spend hours with at the drinking table. I usually go along with people I can easily relate to, with whom conversations would not run dry because of the varied topics and the excitement that they generate. These are people I share common interests with, and I can laugh with them, share a joke or two, throw verbal punches. Rene's slapstick brand of humor and verbal calisthenics add spice to an otherwise serious conversation, momentarily stopping its momentum. He enjoys that role and expects us to laugh with him. Sometimes we do, if only to humor him.

Intermittent rains in the afternoon would not stop the session. Rene has kept the numerous umbrellas issued by his company every year, and these we used to cover our heads as we continued to gorge on the delicious, 'erotic' pulutan and the bottles of that blood-red bahalina he kept on refilling.That was one delightful afternoon, Bay Rene, something which your friends and I will cherish in our memories. But next time, keep Gigi out of earshot so you can say your piece without fear of her righteous wrath.

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