The Glamarazzi

This is an attempt to jeopardize my career. But nobody knows it until someone has an inkling of what I’m talking about. haha.

Tonight was a celebrated party @ Vudu sponsored by FTV, Bigfoot and Bigwhatevers. My gay friend O dolled me up in this tiered white dress with a huge belt that has an oversized buckle strapped on my upper waist. Gold pumps flattered the gold buckle and my gold slouch bag. He left an hour ago and wasn’t able to see me put on makeup and my silver earrings. I couldn’t find the straightening iron when I so wanted to iron my hair. Teasing it and putting on an anti-frizz serum would have to do. I don’t know if it screams sexy or unkempt. O? He’d be so proud.

Anton was supposed to be right outside my house at 11pm and its 10 minutes past that and I’m beginning to wonder if he’s getting even the last time I stood him up when my phone rang. He’s running late because he doesn’t know where he placed our tickets. I was floored. “What do you mean you don’t remember?” I asked him. He had been looking all over the place. His room and the entire condo had been in total disarray just because of those damned tickets. Those tickets are our tickets to the party and I wouldn’t’ let him ruin the night by forgetting a measly thing such as where he last placed them.

And he still didn’t find any sign of those tickets. I’m like, Go ask for more from your friends and come here. We’re late. As if there is any appropriate time to party. But he did. He picked me up first, then, his girlfriend Apple and we have to stop by at Bo’s Ayala to go get our tickets.

He had five glorious tickets finally and handed them to me.

Oh, they looked the same as those tickets he handed over last night when we were at Formo. We could have just brought those tickets we have and not fuss about the tickets he lost. Apple and I told him that and he jerked around in his seat and went, “You have those tickets with you?”

“Of course.” I raised my eyebrow. “Didn’t you give us tickets for Formo, too?”

“THOSE ARE THE TICKETS!” He bellowed. Suddenly, I can no longer recognize the Anton I know. The sweet Anton just started screaming, Arrgh, and pulling on his hair, and a series of fuck, fuck, fuck, and undecipherable words even a toddler can’t utter. What is wrong with him?!

“I cannot imagine you guys graduated college! What were you thinking?”
Between stifling my laughter and explaining, I said, “How else were we supposed to know they were the same thing?”
And he was at it again. Arrgh, Shit! Fuck! “You guys can’t read??! It says Formo AND VUDU!”

“Who would read that stuff? Its a ticket!” I bellowed back and when I realized he was about to go at it again I had to calm him down. His girlfriend was already wiping her eyes and shaking with laughter. Some people just really get crazy. When we were at Vudu, Anton managed to get over his irritation (or hysterical fit?) when he saw his friends. Aah, the social scene of Cebu at its best. Perfect. We schlepped our way to the bar and found our niche for menhunting. Haha. Saturday Night at its best. I was scoping for another sight of John Hall though. I saw him last night and mannn, he is FINE. Hot. Just by standing beside you, you can feel HIS HOTNESS. Oohh. And that jaw? Those cheekbones? Does he workout with them too? They are soo fine. Too bad he wasn’t there tonight. I told my beau about John and he’s like his face works out with barbells too. He was just jealous. Haha.

As you all well know, I hardly drink beer. If only beer tasted like coke light, I’d be in a drunken stupor every rest day. Its just that people here drink beer. Red Horse. One set. San Mig Light. Argh. I love Mai Tais. Baileys. Mudshakes. Who wants to go drinking with me? Nobody. Because they all want their san mig lights and one sets and RH. Fine. Fine. Im a bloody loser.

I’d rather go dancing, than get drunk, that’s what I told my beau. He’d love to see me dance while he drinks. Haha. God, its amazing how one can lose so much weight from dancing.

Toodsie. I have to get moolah.