February 5, 2008

Trillanes can kiss Mozzie's ass

Three hours before our EP relaunch, I was propped up against three pillows, groggy from all the pills I've popped in my battle against the flu.

My iTunes was playing Missy Elliott's Get Ur Freak On on repeat mode and the lyrics covered my computer screen - my last minute attempt at making sure I don't fuck up the words when I sang that night. But both the music and the lyrics faded into the background, lost in the haze of my paracetamol-induced coma.

I wanted to stop by the mall before heading to Katipunan for one last attempt at finding something to wear that night but my body refused to cooperate.

I was only vaguely aware of the time as I hit the snooze button again and again and again. I slipped in and out of consciousness every five minutes but was jolted awake by a text from Fifi telling me she was on her way.

I texted to tell her I was about to leave the house and that I was high on flu medication.

She replied, "Oh no, kaya mo?"

We didn't let stupid Trillanes stop us last November, I sure as hell wasn't going to let any fever get in the way.

We met at Porch for one final pow wow before going to Route and locking ourselves in the lounge to change into our pajamas.

I had an entire bag of clothes with me. Two outfits were immediately chucked - the men's pajamas Giff refused to let me wear because he said the color reminded him of maid's uniforms and the dress that they refused to believe I bought in Debenhams' sleepwear section ("Not fair," I think Fifi said).

I decided to just wear regular pajamas, pajamas I've been wearing for years, but then I realized that the garter has lost its elasticity. I was sure that if I wore it, I'd be singing with my pants around my ankles halfway into the first song.

Pants around people's ankles can be a good thing sometimes - but not for your band's EP relaunch.

And so I ended up wearing a tank top, Pink Panther shorts and knee high socks. Countless people asked me that night, "Do you really sleep with knee high socks on?"

Yes, during cold, sexy nights.

People started to arrive - and I felt like hugging everyone, especially those who were wearing pajamas.

The rest of the night flew by in a blur of great music, awesome bands (Kaze, Mobster Manila, Top Junk and Juan Pablo Dream rocked), dancing, pizza and bottles and bottles of beer.

Not for me though. I had one beer, one iced tea and two bottles of water. And I completely forgot to eat.

Every time I felt like catching my breath, I retreated to the lounge and sat for a few seconds. But I spent most of the night high on everyone's energy.

We played songs we never played before and we had a blast.






Especially when we played our new crazy version of Starfucker.

People also had a blast trying to figure out why a model slash actor showed up at the relaunch. He was alone. No one knew who invited him. Sadly, no one was able to summon enough courage to offer him sex beer. And so the poor guy left.

At one point, I grabbed Fifi and said, "This is how our launch should have been."

It took almost three months but it was worth the wait. For Mozzie, November happened in February.

The next day, I woke up and my flu was gone.

Here are pictures swiped from J's, Ram's, Rollie's, Chevy's and Gino's Multiply albums.