Egads, you cannot imagine the discombobulation our commissary, lechonan and office is in the midst of right now. I arrived in Cebu and headed to the office to find 70+ local artistas (actors), alalays (hangers-on), production crew, makeup artists, crew of a well known movie outfit on the premises, dozens of vehicles are parked in our empty lot across the street, and barangay tanods (local government aides) are directing traffic and shooing away the masses of fans who want a glimpse of the teenage and other stars on the premises. Honestly, I don’t know who they are, the stars, that is. All I know is they have taken over my chair and modest desk, to put on makeup, despite an assurance they wouldn’t disturb our normal operations. But my crew are thrilled, and the squealing is real, I gather. I was of one mind to tell the guy in my seat that I had highly contagious genital warts and he risked catching them by sitting on my office chair. But who is kidding whom? Of course the staff are thrilled to be host to a local movie in the making. I don’t think I am at liberty to say what the movie title is yet, I haven’t asked, nor the story line other than it involves some lechon scenes. So yes, Zubu is going to the movies, but not as Zubuchon but as a fictional lechon business. And I will tell you now, they punched holes in our ceilings and did other things to make our premises look grungier than they are — they will replace these at the end of the day. I will release more details when I have them. Meanwhile, wish me patience so I don’t blow my top and throw out the entire lot of them. How actors as pale as my mother (she was really pale skinned) can look real inside a lechonan is beyond me. It’s like asking Justin Beiber to pose as my chicharon cook. Hahahaha. :)
Any of these folks ring a bell? Apparently a couple of them aren’t old enough to vote.