The Birthday-Engagement Party

I attended Jane's party last night and it was a wonderful sight to see lots of Filipinos together. They were the ballroom dancers in some group where I used to attend classes.

The birthday party was also an engagement party. John had proposed to Jane. And I in turn felt another thud in my heart. Why do some women seem to be so lucky? I have known Jane for almost four years and know lots of her friends too. It was astounding to see her in a different angle of her life. She loves purple. The flat where the party was held was full of purple balloons, purple furry stuff. And John loves Jane.

It is amazing how one can turn one's life into a different route. And fate has a way of bringing people together. I seem to be blabbering here. I hope I would be able to come up with a good perspective in this piece I am writing. I just seem to be bubbly.

The party started at seven thirty and I arrived there at 10pm. Jane had already called me by nine pm and I told her I was on my way, when in truth, I had just woken up. My sister couldn't come with me because she had some catering party.

I wore my infamously new black tube clingy dress and I topped it with my ubiquitous teal half-jacket (knowingly, I wore this at Karen's birthday party and who knows when else too!). When I arrived at the party, Jane was on her third costume change. I saw the familiar face of John and he saw me. We gave each other a peck on each cheek. And he told me, I should have been there since awhile ago. He said he danced with Jane. Well, I did miss that. He told me to go up and see Jane as she was changing. And I went up to the three-bedroomed floor of the lovely abode which they share. Jane was putting on some pink dress. She seemed pissed at me for being late, but she was being distracted with the change of clothes that she couldn't focus on either emotion for a long time. So I gave her kisses on both cheeks and told her I will go down where the party is. She was happy to see me leave :-)

I went down to the lounge and know nobody. All these Filipinos and none of them I know. There were like 3 or 4 people that I remember from dancing classes. But the rest were totally unfamiliar to me. And I saw Jane's sister who looked exactly like her except that she looked more contented, happy and more beautiful.

The night seemed to drag, dancing and Jane changing clothes. I managed to take lots of pictures of Jane and John and I was also able to take a picture of Jane and her engagement ring. See the pictures on my phlog.

It was a lovely evening but it made me wonder when I will be lucky in love too. It seems odd that I claim to have lots of people who love me, but in truth, I do not really feel that. I also wonder what it is that makes people take that leap of devoting your life forever to someone. I would understand people who didn't have a choice, who could not find anything better, but then again, I think, it is those who choose and those who know that there is nothing better anymore that what is there before them. So how do we distinguish? Heaven should help me see clearly.