Last night, my friend and I went to the bar. The usual: drink, laugh, scream-so-you-can-be-heard talk, dance, drink a little more, say hi to friends (or acquaintances in this case) you haven’t seen in a while, meet new people, and drink a little more.

One Adios M*therf@cker to start. Talk. Smile. Go to second club. One Long Island Iced Tea. Talk. Dance. One more Long Island Iced Tea. Smile. Dance. Dance. Talk. One more Long Island Iced Tea. Whoa! I’m getting buzzed. It’s hitting me. Music blares. Beats vibrate. My dancing shoes on the floor. Big smile on my face by now, and I am a social butterfly.

I have not been drunk in a while, but this time, I traded my White Russians for those damn Adios and Iced Teas. Yuck! What a cheap way to get drunk! Note to self: No more alcohol-packed drinks. Nasty. Yuck! Stick to White Russians, please. Be good to body and brain. And soul.

There were a few Pinoys at the club. Of course, we Pinoys are always the best dancers wherever we go. It’s in our blood, running through every vein of our bodies. Heck, my Lola dances to every beat. Then there’s my mom and my Lola dancing. My aunts, my cousins, my friends. Damn, all of ‘em. Where music and Pinoy meets, a dance fiesta occurs. Are you thinking line dancing at the Filipino parties now?

So we’re dancing, and a Pinoy comes up to me to start a conversation. You see, the Filipino in the US, they are spread out everywhere, with high concentrations in Hawaii and California. So when a Pinoy meets another, one will get, “So you’re a Pinoy too?” greeting, and boom, there’s that instant connection. A Pinoy will feel more comfortable seeing another Pinoy in a foreign land. It gives a home a way from home, and that feeling that you’re not alone.

I felt differently during my visits to the Philippines in 1999, 2004, and 2005. I saw so many Filipinos everywhere (duh!), yet I felt alone, foreign, and different. True, I was going through some culture shock. I never felt so disconnected from my culture. I began to reject almost everything to the point that I was so stressed out. Whoa! I was supposed to be on vacation, why was I stressing? I just saw so many ugly things that I have never seen before.

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