Drama detox

This morning as I was leaving the house, I saw an unfamiliar Mercedes parked outside the house across the street. When I glanced at the license plate, to my surprise, it read BUD111. I immediately whipped out my cell phone and texted my friend Bud, who owned one of the most (if not the most) easily recognizable cars on campus back during our college years in Ateneo: a vividly orange Honda Civic with BUD222 plates. This was the same car 9 of us (yes, NINE) managed to squeeze into, to get to Araneta for an Ateneo-La Salle game on a Saturday afternoon after Policy class (thanks to Yang for the details, hehe). It's also the car that transported laptops, CPUs, printers, the projector we always borrowed from Sir Aids, and other stuff we needed for OpMan and Policy sessions and presentations. To this day the sight of an orange Civic brings back fond memories.

Within seconds of sending out my text asking if the Benz was "related" to his car, I received a call from Bud, who found the coincidence just as amusing. He said BUD111 had actually been his first choice of plate number, but someone else already got it ahead of him (now we know who... sort of).

After my "heavy" thoughts yesterday, it was nice to have started the day with a cute coincidence, reminisces of more carefree times, and a short phone conversation with a friend. Plus, I'll be ending the day well too, since I will be (finally!) going to see Transformers tonight. If it's as good as everyone has been raving about, then a review might follow tomorrow. I've had enough of angst for now.