Grand Entrance To A Party

"Pare, aren't we a bit too early?" asks Karlo while re-aligning the misplaced strands of hair from his gelled up do in front of the restroom's mirror.

"Ok lang yan, pre. In a few minutes people will start coming in. After all, this party would end promptly by 12 midnight. And it's already 9:40PM. I don't think people would waste that much time just to be fashionably late," I told him while I fixed the bottom of my baston jeans I just bought the previous week at Greenhills.

"Oo nga. And sometimes they do extend it until 1AM if the party's still bitin by midnight. Nobody wants to go home early especially when Jon Tupas is handling the decks," pronounces Karlo referring to our favorite mobile DJ.

As we emerge from the restroom, we guessed it right. The dancefloor was starting to get filled with people who seemed to do a synchronized bouncing as they perform the new wave dance step. Arms flailing like a conductor directing his orchestra. One leg rising as the other leg bends lower and lower, grinding to the beat of pounding 80's music.

These teen-agers come from all over the Metro to party in this Green Valley Clubhouse. Last week, we were at the Corinthian Gardens Clubhouse. Next week, maybe Valle Verde's. There are no bars or discos yet in Metro Manila. At least, not the types where teen-agers would hang out and party the night away. But these organized parties held at the various clubhouses of the exclusive villages are the in places to go to during the weekends. This is the time when the word gimik still has a different negative connotation attached to it. Before it was coined to refer to this type of nocturnal activity.

So won't you tell me
What I can do
What I can say
How can you leave
When I want you to stay?
Tell me...

The beat of Naked Eyes' music fades out to the fourth bar intro of Depeche Mode's Everything Counts. This is it, those seamless transitions. The mix is getting hotter, and the party is definitely moving up a notch higher.

"Check out that hot chick about to enter the place. The one wearing all black," informs Karlo.

"Yup, nice. Pretty in that Madonna-like outfit of hers," I concur as we both observe people arriving at the party through the glass walls of the room.

All of a sudden, BLAG!

Karlo and I dropped our jaws with what we saw. The girl that we were just talking about a few seconds ago just hit the glass partition of the room. She literally slammed into the glass wall, head-first. She didn't notice the glass.

"Shit!" was all we could say in chorus. And we're pretty sure that it was also the first word that came out of the girl's mouth after "Ouch!" or "Aray!"

Normally, we would have erupted into a laughter with what we saw. But given that it was a pretty girl who was visibly shaken by her 'banging entrance' into the party, we felt sorry for her. Her forehead and nose even left their marks by the glass wall she slammed into. Poor girl.

"Wanna smoke?" asks Karlo, shaking his head. What we just witnessed could have been lifted straight from a slapstick scene from a Pinoy sit-com of Dolphy and Panchito.

"Yeah, this may be a good time to have a smoke." I said as I took a last look at the girl now being attended to by her concerned friends.

Talk about announcing your entry into a party.