We learned about the concert as early as February and we reserved
tickets so we could all be seated in one table for the concert.
Ticket costs 50Euro with buffet without drinks.
In one recent brunch with women friends, Bettie gave us info
leaflet about the concert and we found out it was not
Matin Nievera's show only but it was a search for Queen of Globe Asiatique...whatever.
Too late to return the tickets? Sige na nga, ituloy na rin,
pakikisama. At may live disco music pa with the local talent
Ms. Pearl McRay plus chances to win fabulous prizes and if you
buy many tombola tickets,you might be the lucky winner of
one unit house in St. Monique Valais...kung saan man eto.
So nagsimula ang struggle sa entrance pa lang ng Phantasialand.
In the meantime, my eyes were feasting on the attractive
semi-formal attire of many Pinays.
Siguro nahirapan din silang magbihis kanina tulad ko na walang
magkasya ng damit kaya "kahit paano look ang fashion...basta
may glitter dyan, cowboy boots to go with crocheted dress and
lots of flesh to show.
Vicky commented that I was wearing my red shirt to match my
intention...mamula...pulaera. No, I think I am not. Curious lang
ako kung saan nanggaling ang mga idea ng mga ilang kababaihang
magbihis para mapansin sila. Interesting observation.
As usual, puro kababaihan at ilang ilang mga puting lalakeng
kasama.
May advantage yun kakilala mo yun nasa takilya kasi hindi
na pumila si Victoria para kuhanin yun mga reserved tickets
for us. Kailangan mo lang ng guts to overtake the long waiting
lines. Mabait naman ang mga Pinays kasi walang nagreklamo na
una sila sa linya.
Eto na ang eksena sa loob ng Phantasialand Wuze Town...
Impressive naman ang table arrangement pati na ang
buffet stands scattered all over the Wuze hall...but where
are the people? Lo...may isang separate dark hall naman
with rows of seats now almost all occupied. Maingay, mabango.
Duon sa dapat na upuan daw namin ay may mga nakapwestong
mga magagandang Pinays all in black cocktail dresses na ayaw
umalis duon sa mga reserved seats namin kasi daw walang reservation.
Okey lang. We went out of the "Buchi Hall" to look for free
table together with other Pinays who could not get their
supposed reserved at row P. Swerte naman namin kasi may
free seats pa at malapit din sa buffet table. Habang sa
loob ng Buchi Hall ay tuloy tuloy ang ingay, musika,
announcements, sales campaign yata on buying real property
sa Pilipinas, may nagsabi sa amin na open na daw ang buffet.
How to get the food without losing our place? So we took
turns in fetching our booty and ordered our drinks. Ayan na.
Lumabas na ang mga crowd sa "Buchi" Hall and you could imagine
the atmosphere. I ended up getting first my dessert as ther
was no chance in getting the Veal Ramp with celery mashed
potatoes, Zander fillet in wine sauce, Fried chicken, Sherrsauce
Bisi, and Vegetable selection.
Yvonne got us rice noodle with Pok Choi, baby corn, ginger and
pork, carrots, leeks. ..and we began to enjoy our dinner,
eating out the frustration of not getting the front row of seats
for the concert. Then suddenly, we heard screaming in the hall
and saw a swirling object running on the decorative tracks
on the ceiling of the hall, just above our table.
Ay sos...rollercoaster hall pala tong Wuze Hall. Talking about
enjoying Wed pasta, white wine and in between anxiously looking
up that none of this rolling coaster fall on our table.
Stress with enjoyment. At least we had a table. I saw one Pinay
in black cocktail dress eating her noodle with chopsticks
while walking. Mga champion talaga tayo sa adaptation sa
situation.
Well, the show? Sa tingi ko naman, enjoy to the limit ang
mga kababayans to the boredom of some of their companions
who could not understand the reason for the laughters and
screamings. Eto yun kulturang Pinoy na katatawanang mula sa
salitang baklese, sa public pagtatawanan o insulto na hindi
natin masabi kung hindi tayo mga gay moderators. Parang okey lang]
manginsulto kasi enjoy na enjoy naman ang crowd.
Sabihin niyang parang curtina yun gown ng isang contestant
or para siyang sagala siya sa Santacruzan, tawanan...o yun isang
Pinay na nagumpisa sa Of course...at duon natapos yun salitang
English kasi hindi na nadagdagan yun sagot sa salitang English,
o yun isang contestant na sumagot na may Kondomeneyom...tawanan
uli. Sigawan, tawanan, di bale enjoy naman tayong lahat.
Kulturang Pinoy talaga.
Finally, in the midst of the screaming and publc mobbing
of the beauty contestants, the star of the show came out.
Martin as a professionaol concert singer knew this kind of crowd
pero at one point sinabi yata niya na ang ingay dito! Pity hindi
niya kinanta yun theme song ng isang tv drama na pinapanood ko
habang ako ay nasa Italia nuon isang taon.
Ikaw ang aking Pangarap.
Well, the noisy beauty contest was still in progress when Martin
started signing his sold cds at the side of the stage where
we found empty seats intended for the beaty contestants.
And so I was able to observe this boyish looking concert star
in his element. Smiling all time, exchanging hellos,
posing, asking the names of the Pinays who bought
his cds, writing, smiling and letting be hugged and kissed by
fans who could not contain the joy of seeing this Nirvana, rather
Nievera in person in Germany. May isa pa ngang Pinay na after
getting her digitalized photo with Martin gave him a folded
Euro bill (ten Euro yata)and Martin caught surprised, I'm sure
embarassed at the situation, asked her, Ano to? No, No, NO,quickly
returned the folded bill to the Pinay. He friendly hugged her back
and I thought..hmmmm, a nice gesture from the star of the concert.
At this point, I asked him as challenged by another FB friend to ask
him why he does not run for the Senate. He acknowledged the joke
with his charming boyish smile.
Ano kaya ang sinasabi niya pagbalik niya sa kaniyang hotel?
Anyway, I was not able to ask him if his grand grand mother
the sister of my grand-grand mother. Maybe there would be another
chance to meet him without the noise and the antics of this insulting
enteraining gay moderator. Pero that's kulturang Pinoy, too.
How far do we go in accepting that's part of our culture we
could be proud of?
Kanya kanyang pagtingin yan.
