Doing the UN Staff Summer Party 2017
It’s something past 11 pm. I got home drunk. At a party, a former work colleague called the UN Summer Party. It used to be the IAEA (International Atomic Energy Agency) Staff Council party. I don’t remember much about the last time I’d been to a party by our Staff Council, but perhaps the last time was the time when I met a girl I thought was a trans, and I asked if she was. I don’t remember, though, if I was tipsy at that time. Maybe I was. What may have triggered my confusion was her asking me if I knew this guy and that guy. And all of them are or were at that time openly gay or trans. Everybody laughed and said, “No, she’s for real.” Real like a trans? I still don’t know the truth, sorry. Nothing could have convinced me she was otherwise. She was an absolute winner.
Anyway, today was the time for another Staff Council Party, so I dropped by, hoping to see familiar faces from my former office. Nada, Null! I saw familiar faces: faces who speak English and our vernacular, albeit with a different accent. I was happy to see them, though a few pretended not to see me, especially this one, a former Phil-Austrian beauty queen I immortalized in a feature story. She’s gone butch since then. And, oh, what a butch! I gave her a dose of her own medicine. No one can beat me playing the role of Zeny Zabala just yet. Google the name, or better yet, ask Liza De Vera-Preizer, the only girl in Vienna who could be gay in real life because she talks like gay, and speaks the gay lingo better than any other gay queen.
Seeing a good friend trying to impress someone while clearly drunk was a highlight. He was attempting to flirt with a young woman in short skirts, but I doubt he was going to win her over. Still, he boldly told her he fancied her — if only he had mentioned he had shorter skirts at home, he might have had a chance.
I said I wanted to see familiar faces from my days as an international civil servant. I thought I saw some of them who I thought were oozing with sex appeal then. But I was younger at that time, and so they were. What I saw today, or later, was a different story. Sad movie. How could fate be so cruel? Save for Alfredo, the Madrileno — dashing as ever, he is!
Anyway, I was delighted to see many familiar faces from the UN Pinoy community, especially. Tassie Confesor, Cynthia (Didith) Martinez-Hofer, Miriam Dela Cruz, Bong Segura, Vicky Victoria Sun, Evelyn Niesner, and oh, yes, my erstwhile drinking buddy Wilson. We lost touch, but there’s always a fresh start. I miss you a lot; you have no idea! And yes, present were non-UN members like Abdul Candao, dancing all night — we wonder why; Evelyn Arroyo Danzer; and Johmarie Somera.