Mask.

I have not managed time effectively since I got home to Philippine shores. Family affairs and events took precedence.

Some relatives were visiting from the U.S. and one night, Halloween, we went out, first to Eastwood, then to the Fort. Most in our group were young once and three were mostly young, so choosing the club to while away the night became problematic.

Actually, the clubs were mostly for the young.

At TOYZ, we got a table and soon observed the teens and early twenties occupying the small dance floor and dancing to music which was just okay to our ears. My two sis, then Toys and Cris, Toots and Cesar bravely stood side by side with the three youth and danced, err, swayed. I never lifted my body out of the chair.

My sis told the others that we oldies had an excuse if quizzed by kibitzers - we had our Halloween old-face masks on. But what if it was time to remove the masks? We had a good laugh with this one.

I wrote about this because I came across a news item regarding a Chinese who boarded a flight to Vancouver from Hongkong as a 55-year old Caucasian, and leaving the plane as twenty-something Asian man. Whew! How did that happen?

Apparently, the Chinese youth wore a silicone mask of an old man, and after some hours into the flight went into the washroom, removed his mask, and emerged a young man.