Every time I think of this place, I hear my divine mentor GTD's voice in my head. "Sta. Monica Beach Resort... because at Sta. Monica... at Sta. Monica... come to Sta. Monica Beach Resort, the place to be..." over and over, that lusciously modulated tone of hers, just drilling into your brain refusing to go away. She is the voice of Dumaguete after all; anything she says, we follow. We're programmed to do this. Her voice is inescapable.
Another memory: Illi and I, with his Sony Handycam. Bikini Open, in the late nineties. This girl in a yellow bikini, gyrating in front of his camera for all posterity, and the girl didn't know what a tampon was.
Final memory: my aunt Rowelda had her wedding here. I remember her motif was green.
I never thought it would be here... I can just see Chuck and Illi raising their eyebrows, going "whaaat?!". Between you and me, I think it's just the GTD voice going over and over in our heads. We've fought against the lure for so long, and I'm succumbing. All that aside, it's a very picturesque place.
Party this Saturday!
Sunday, August 24
It's going to be here
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Picturesque? You're funny. I am not supposed to have a reaction but frankly I said "Oh". The resort is not you. Now I blame myself for not being there and not planning it for you.
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