queer invited me to his birthday party and so it became inevitable that weasel (queer's current roommate and formerly mine) and i were going to meet again after a year of ignoring each other's existence. you see, weasel has been my best friend since 1997 until an ugly domestic circumstance tore our friendship asunder. i was steeling myself that the party may just become an avenue of a spectacular bitchfight with weasel and i hurling acid on each other's face (for sheer entertainment value, including the sharded champagne glasses containing the poison). the bravura never happened, for when i stepped into queer's apartment, weasel and i ran to each other's embrace and completely forgot the remake--gay version--of "bituing walang ningning's" wine-throwing episode. it's the proverbial "time heals all wounds" in the works here; what ugly things matter when friends are back in each other's arms? the whole night was spent making up for the lost time, of course. i missed you, weasel!
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