HYPOCRITES’ NIGHT OUT

Warning: Stale topic.
So I passed by Market! Market! this morning (as like any other weekday morning), and I discovered that that Gerald-Sarah flick is still on. Then I remembered that one funny night when Jap and I had a shameful dose of our own medicine.
One fortnight ago, Jap, TJ, and I decided to watch Catch Me… I’m In Love. Well, to be more precise, we decided to watch the movie upon seeing the trailer for the first time few months ago. *shudders* Yes, I know there were other more valuable movies out there, but can we really help it? The teasers were interestingly crafted. I mean, yeah, I shamefully admit that the movie teasers got me all giddy. Every, single, time. (1,2,3… barf!)

Roanna of Caloocan meets the President’s son
 
Part 1. The Purchase.
And so, the hypocrites rendezvoused in Market! Market! cinema area, where Sarah and JLC were on, alongside Sucker Punch and Justin Bieber: Never Say Never. We were eager to watch the flick, yet reluctant to fall in line to purchase tickets.
We queued next to a couple who looked like they normally hangout in Serendra, but somehow accidentally made a wrong turn to Market! Market! that night. [TRIVIA: Serendra frequenters = Class A or B, Market! Market! frequenters = Class C or D]. We were exhorting each other as to who should do the honor of making the big announcement, “Three tickets to Catch Me… I’m In Love, please…” when Jap suddenly jolted and covered his mouth as if someone just performed the ‘thousand years of pain’ on him. He had just unsuccessfully stifled his laugh, while I was stoically staring at him. He then whispered to me in a grin, “The Serendra couple is watching Bieber!” Haha. We both retorted a mental Yikes. Then we turned to the ticketing lady and chorused.
“THREE tickets to Catch Me… I’m In Love, please!”
the tickets
Part 2. The Karma.
Okay, so we had the tickets. Next obstacle – the queue of shame.
As we stood a decent number of yards from the cinema entrance, we tried to figure out how to stand on the now lengthening queue. My genius solved the problem that time. I told Jap, “Here’s the plan: we will just tell that judgmental person who will ask us later why we were watching the show that we were actually watching Sucker Punch, but somehow we accidentally made a wrong turn to Catch Me… I’m In Love.”
Ingenious, right?
While on the queue of shame, the hypocrites made a few observations.
Look at those queue frontliners, their demeanor paints baduy all over.- Gosh, did we just fall in the same line as them?
In fairness to those two there, they looked… uhm… classy. -Yeah, too classy for a JLC flick!
Oh, the movie has just finished! -Here comes a huge wave of baduys. Pretend we’re not part of the crowd. –I’m just a tree, ignore me. Wait! In fairness, some of them don’t look baduy. –Oh, it’s our turn.
Lady Guard: Tickets please. *ogle* *ogle* What movie are you watching, Sir?
Hypocrites: Uhmm… er..
Lady Guard: Are you watching that Tagalog movie? It’s over there, at Cinema 6. This is Sucker Punch.
#^%!$@(^$*!!!!
Hypocrites: (shrank to unbelievably microscopic dimensions)
And that, kids, is the fascinating legend of how the hypocrites started to believe in karma.
The hypocrites-now-turned-karma-believers then exited disgracefully the faux baduy line and heads-down paraded to the real queue of shame.
the real queue
Fast forward. The movie was fun! It was worth the shame and the lessons. Really.
 
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Part 3. Denouement.
This section is totally unrelated to the subject but I just want to share that that shameful night ended pretty well.
While heading home, the karma believers discovered Taguig’s version of Banchetto at the Market! Market! carpark, It’s called Kantina. [TRIVIA: Banchetto is a night food market that features endless stalls of yummy food of various origins and shapes. It normally opens on a Friday and Saturday(?) night at Emerald Avenue, Ortigas].
And lastly, our greatest discovery since we left Elbi… A PUB!
Nope, the pics not edited. The signage really looks like it’s floating.
The bar at OVERTIME PUB
Sits just across Market! Market! Not as grandiose as most city people would imagine, but it is a pub nonetheless. One can drink, play billiards, drink, listen to live performers, drink, play darts, sing in the karaoke rooms, drink, and weep about how ex is a really mean mean person. Pretty much what any pub should be.
KTV Big Room (accommodates 15-20) = Php200 per hour. Pretty cheap, eh?
Small Room is Php150 per hour
It was no Red Box,  but hey, I don’t care. This is my place. I can drop by here every day after work. I can bring my friends here and chill ala How I Met Your Mother. This, is the place to be.
By the way, did I mention they have free WIFI?

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About lonewulf

I am a self-confessed 'jologs', a country boy who now works in the big city. I studied Applied Math, and am now completing Finance while working as a risk analyst. I feel extremely happy whenever I dance, draw/sketch, and write. I also like to read books, eat (not fruits, or vegetables), sleep, and travel.

2 comments

  1. FUNNEEEEH!!!! I can imagine you “cower” whilst in the line of shame. Kund pede lang lamunin nalang ng lupa at iluwal sa loob na ng sinehan. lol

  2. HAHAHA! Ate Chie, diba diba? napaka-epokrito lang talaga ng mga leche. ayaw aminin sa mga sarili na natatamaan ng kilig.. hehe

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