Just over the weekend, hubs and I (with the kiddos in tow), attended events at Okada-Manila and Manila Hotel two nights in a row. The first was the grand launch of a Cebu-based real estate brokerage company—PhilCeb, while the other was the thanksgiving birthday celebration of a once top-notch lawyer for the big shots during the Marcos heydays and who had, since a few decades ago, turned evangelist for the Lord.

PhilCeb Launching

PhilCeb is the sole marketing partner of Grande Property, an international firm that is into sales and marketing of destination resorts and properties across Europe and the Caribbean.
My elder son, Rovik, made the company’s AVP– completing it in a matter of four days. (The pressure was mainly due to the late submission of necessary info such as company details and photos of current projects). But then, all is well that ends well. Anyone who watched the video presentation complete with the younger bro’s signature 3D effects of a blowing breeze, did not have any inkling it was done in a hurry. Thanks to our professional voiceover partner whose powerful voice transported the listening audience to the captivating luxury resorts in the West Indies and the Caribbean.
Some biggies graced the event, too. Senator Nene Pimentel and wife were there. So were Chairman Genuino and family. It was indeed a night of fellowship with some fellow United Filipino Movement (UFM) members.

I also learned that a visit to Okada would not be complete without watching the grand display of dancing lights and synchronized spurts of fountain water that could go as high as seven stories or so. It was one of the main attractions of the hotel. What sight to behold was it, indeed.

A Birthday Celebration
After seven years, we were back at the spacious Fiesta Pavillion of the Manila Hotel, this time in attendance to Atty Joe Villanueva’s thanksgiving birthday celebration.
It was a jam-packed affair attended by who’s who in the field of politics, judiciary and entertainment. Atty Joe, a friend of Hubs, personally called him up a few days before his big event. And while we had no initial plans of attending the event, the celebrant’s persistence and his message that he would be presenting the gospel made us change our minds.

When we arrived at the venue, we were ushered to one of the VIP tables just in front of the stage. The same beautiful people we hang out with just the night before were our seatmates. Fatherly and gentle Chairman Ef was dapper in his suit and beside him was his gracious wife looking classy in a beige ensemble. (She projects a certain aura, a calmness of spirit that makes you believe there are still gentle souls around totally unaffected by wealth or splendor.) My sister-in-law was seated beside her. This time looking very feminine in her green corporate dress. Ex-senator Joey Lina, who was our governor in Laguna in the mid 90s sat in our table, too, until he was called to serenade the audience after the opening prayer.

I couldn’t believe the former senator was one helluva of a singer. His baritone voice—rich yet well-controlled, reverberated through the hall. He sang hair-raising songs like “You Raise me Up,” and another one which spoke of pride and deep love for one’s country (Minamahal ko ang Bayang Pilipinas).

While we were savouring our fruity dessert which was the last of the four-course meal served us, we were entertained by singer Imelda Papin. The audience was on a “tempered” roar—thrilled to the core over the iconic singer’s vocal prowess and her rendition of her hit songs such as “Isang Linggong Pagibig , and Kung Liligaya ka sa Piling Iba. (A bit awkward did I find it considering the supposed nature of the event. She was game, though.)

The highlight of the affair was Atty Joe’s presentation of the gospel before the members of the audience who were quiet and receptive all the time that God’s Word was shared.
All in all, it was a celebration like no other, complete with good food, entertainment and spiritual feeding. We certainly had our fill.

We tagged our teenage boys along so they would be constantly exposed to the upscale social environment their Dad dips his feet into, from time to time.
My younger kiddo, though quipped unabashedly while we were on our way home from the Manila Hotel.
“So, that’s how old people party!”

His bro and I chuckled over his candidness. I thought he would gush over the grandiosity of the venues, or the impressive entertainment, or even the good food. But he hit a score on the way “oldies” celebrate supposedly festive occasions.

Oh, well…