DUMAGUETE AND THE 106th ANNUAL COMMUNICATION

The Diplomats did not embark from London's Winfield House.

Nor did they booked a Transatlantic flight from Marseille.

For the first time, delegates from more than 350 Masonic Lodges converged in Dumaguete, arriving by plane, motor vehicles and boats for the 106th ANCOM.

I came via a delayed PR 2355 to be dispensated with the authority of wearing the apron and circular jewel of a Junior Grand Lecturer and, with our District Deputy Grand Master, added a milestone to the history for our Lodge.

Nothing more than that although an adventure in Siquijor is in the works, and perhaps some Utagaki time too. 

At the Grand Master's Night, chunks of lechong baka at baboy hurriedly torn off from the roasting pit by a hungry horde were washed down with a sea of warm beer, and there was enough to be smuggled out to fuel two nights of debauchery at the Heart Hotel where Salome catered to a basketball team that was already pickled with free whiskey from the Grand Master's Banquet.  

The night after, I finally got what I came for: coagulating humba and and lukewarm batchoy from Eden's Kandingan, a serving of bland Dumaguete Express from Lab-as, a tiny slice of Sans Rival from its outlet at the Port of Dumaguete, and an amazing spread of chicken inasal, pork tocino, chorizo de Bacolod and talaba from Rizal Boulevard.       

The night after, the sleep deprived and hung-over delegation from Nueva Ecija East and Aurora walked through the Dumaguete Belfry, the main gate of Siliman University, Mt. Kaladias No. 91's Masonic temple, and the Negros Oriental provincial capitol. 

There is not much to see in Dumaguete but there must be a lot in Siquijor.

There were no bike tour packages in Dumaguete and Siquijor but I had two pre-ANCOM rides in Korokan and CLSU, and Tuesday's tiim na manok to send me off...

THE CHEF (not the movie)

She may look to be on the verge of crying but Chef Aoy is a kisser.

And she worked the tongue longer than usual, her Moneyball in setting up the Holey Artisan Bakery right where the Phantom Biker tripped near the Bangkokian Museum many Saturdays ago. 

There, she plays the Hunger of the curious with a menu of Aling Inday's pork barbecue on Tuesdays, Sr. Pedro's litsong manok on Thursdays, a Craftsman's lechon on Fridays, and a Saturday birthday special of kinilaw na bangus at kambing.

Her cry baby noodles made the visiting Oakland Athletics bawl like lost cows chanting the sabermetric method that inspired David Koresh to reimagine Waco, the American Apocalypse, in an affluent neighborhood of Gulshan Thana. 

Then a loud RRR!, like tricycle engines revving up in Bakal 2 and the sound of a broken quick-release axle as Bheem and Raju's combined superpowers tried to rescue Faraaz.

The fake blondes of Cabanatuan were snubbed but the Phantom Biker didn't care as hellfire descended upon the bike trails of the second cropping season...  

OF BLACK AND RED LABELS

So what's the Beef?

The bribed server piled plateloads of lechon baka at baboy from the pastures of Paxos for the gentlemen at Table No. 5 but did not malign the black and red-labeled ladies. 

Them ladies sold cheap brandy and wine from the vineyards of Calabasas but have nothing to do with registrations, financial reports and other baseless rumors.

 

He was the The Maestro in Blue shirt's chosen one but being a deputy is not in his stars so he opted to sit with the junior lecturers to incubate a reprisal.   

Who is the The Night Agent with the forked tounge then?

Under scutiny from the Thursday Group, Agent Sutherland testified that he intercoursed with but did not tounge Rose Larkin. 

Facing the penalty of drowning in a lake of kalderatang bibe, Orestis confessed he might have went down on Klelia at Camp David. 

Paul Cho admitted licking Amy Lau's crevices under her orders and was therefore fined with a tray of inihaw na tuna from Mang Inasal.

The Fugitive remains at large, his puppets installed as masters of the snake pit after the The Curious Case of Carlos Ghosn went through magnetic resonance imaging where a case of massive insecurity was revealed that was laughed off by the Mistahs who were diagnosed to be "happy lang" which the Phantom Biker captured in a reel of 5 biking days...