The past few years, I tend to either get bored out of brains or do crazy things on Holy Week. This year, as with last year, I did a crazy thing: stay awake and active for 38 hours. What started out as a simple get together with our poker friends ended up as a saga of stamina, strength, and willpower.

I woke up 3 pm Thursday and started preparing to go out with my friend for the planned 4 pm meet-up. I got to sleep at 5 am of Saturday. What happened within those 36 hours of being together was nothing short of Big Brother-ish.

Some of us went home for an hour or so to take a bath and change clothes. Some were not around for more than half a day. But most of us were just there, with each other.

There were around 10 or so guys in the group, but only two of us girls. Most of us are in the same age group, late twenties to early thirties.

And there were several points when I asked myself “How did I get to this point in my life and how did I even get to be friends with these people?”

We got to see the best and worst in each other as we spent more than a day with each other. My claws came out more than once and the bitch in me growled more than enough times to tell the boys I might be a girl, but I am the boss. LOL!

I’d like to think though that they were also able to see what they would probably never ever see again, Ria the nurturer. One of the guys, whom I just met recently, noted that even when I was drunk with 2 liters of Red Horse already in my system, I was able to get back to my proper senses to take care and control one of the guys I dated.

And yes, I also willingly served food, got water and coffee and what have yous for my closest friends which surprised the guys who I am not really close with. It surprised them a lot when another guy I also dated was served coffee, water, and drinks whenever he wanted some.

They only know me as the prima donna bitch who throws hissy fits when she does not get her way. RAWRRR!

Yes, there were two guys I used to date in the group. It wasn’t weird but not awkward. And I took care of them both. They same way I took care of my guy buddies.

I would probably never want to be in that situation ever again, but I’m glad I had that 36 hours with those people. It showed me a lot about who they are and who I am, and who I would like to be with more and and those I’d like to spend less time with.

It was a crazy experience. Crazy, crazy one. But not as crazy as last year, but definitely a better one. 🙂