Makati Musings...

Yesterday, we went to Manila to attend the christening of the newest addition to our "family." But wait. I need to clear that up. By "family," I now mean to include my wife's kin. The christening was for Gio, my brother-in-law's 2-month old son.

I came home from work yesterday morning and showered right away. We had to leave early because the christening was the the National Shrine of the Sacred Heart (in Makati). Since we lived in Pampanga, we had to schedule an early trip to get there by 11 am. Well, we barely made it in time, as our driver had trouble finding the right streets to drive into. I have never seen so many one-way street signs in my life as I did yesterday afternoon. Even with a map, you'll get lost.

When we went into the church, I began to understand why my brother-in-law wanted to have the christening there. See, it irked me that the christening had to be in Makati when he was from Pampanga and his wife from Quezon. Well-travelled as my brother-in-law was, he chose this small church. It was quaint, a little small, but quite beatiful. It had such a serene air to it though. If you were there, you'd feel how important the event was -LOL. As serene as it was, I had to stifle a giggle when I saw this 6-foot caucasian guy wearing a dark blue barong. He looked so proud. I always feel this awkward churn in my gut when I see caucasian men wear barongs. I have nothing against them, but barongs seem to suit the Filipino built better. Anyway, the ceremonies were dispensed with and we got the chance to rub elbows with a few PDI (Phil. Daily Inquirer) bigwigs afterwards. Gio's proud parents work there. Lucky them - LOL. With the binyag over, we headed over to a resto along Makati avenue. Or was that another street (?)

The wife and I had to eat alternately so someone could watch over my son. For most of the day my son was his inconsolable self. He's in the terrible two's now. He's becoming a real pain with the tantrums coming every now and then. You'll have to take it all with a grain of salt every single day. It's part of growing up, after all. But I can't help but grit my teeth sometimes. That's part of being a father. Hmmm... We all have our roles, eh. I prefer being an irate father to a being an unshaven heavyset perspiring white guy in dark blue barong.