Former Philippine First Lady Mrs. Imelda Marcos is my new BFF.
Isn’t she lovely?
Need I say more?
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
I just had the most surreal 3 hours of my entire life.
The reason why I got myself into a panic the other day is because I got invited to Mrs. M’s little intimate dinner thing (there’s like 15 or so people) yesterday night at Manila’s Tower Club for the folks from W Magazine (Conde Nast). They are visiting the third world to do a feature on her.
To be honest with you, I’m already happy and satisfied meeting Mrs. M two months ago at the launch of her accessories line.
Photo credit: TheFashPack
But to have dinner with her? Hell that’s something else.
You see, it’s not everyday a commoner (eeew. self-deprecation sooo doesn’t suit me eh? haha *wink*) like moi get invited to dinner parties thrown by a Former First Lady. I really had a hard time believing it was all real when I got the phone call the other day. How often do you get invited to dinner parties thrown by someone you see on the history books? I admit — I didn’t even wanna go. I’m sure lots of people would fight tooth and nail just to get invited to all sorts of fancy schmancy places whereas I usually just chicken out and say "I don’t have anything to wear" as an excuse, stay at home and cry my eyes out. Seriously. Right from the start I’ve always stated that I have NO social skills whatsoever and I have this fear that I’ll make a complete and utter fool of myself by not being articulate/eloquent/etc. whatever.
I was this ready in calling my friend to tell her I won’t be able to make it and then it occured to me… what the heck, why not go to the dinner? I have nothing to loose and a new learning experience to gain. I suppose there’s always something to learn in every ocassion. It’s nice to meet new people, listen to their experiences, interact with them etc.
I’ll cut to the chase cause I know you’re all anxious and shitting your pants already.
Call time was 7:30 and I got there around 7:45PM – I was one of the early birds! When I arrived, Mrs. M and her fabulous posse sat around this mammoth round table. I SWEAR TO GOD, ALL EYES (AND SMILES) WERE ON ME WHEN I WENT TO THE ROOM. It was soo awkward.
It’s like going to a job interview… ok, I’ve never been to a job interview because I’ve never been employed by anyone… I know, I know, it’s pathetic. But still. Maybe, just maybe, that’s how going to a job interview felt like… you know… have all these eyes on you. It’s all fine and dandy though. Good thing Mrs. T was there and she introduced me to everyone. They’re all lovely and nice.
I’m telling you… it was fucking insane and surreal to be on the same table… 2 seats away from Mrs. Marcos herself!!
I think most people would probably be horribly intimidated but let me tell you this. Mrs. M is really really nice. I think it’s all in the head. Yes, she’s got commanding presence and all that but she’s soo captivating, well-grounded and there’s something about her that makes you feel like, oh I dunno… I feel like she’s the long lost grandma I never had.
We prolly started dinner at around 8/8:15ish. I didn’t play camwhore because it’s rude though I took a photo of my soup. I was gonna pretend to you guys that this is all I had for dinner but I’ve got witnesses left and right that I ate soo much. Haha!
I wish I took more photos but everything happened sooo fast.
SherleC and I talked about lots of things, from blogging to Xiaxue’s nose job. I loooooove her!!!!!!
Mrs. M’s daughter, Congresswoman Imee Marcos. OMG I loooove her too! She’s absolutely hilarious! I know I’m gonna get stoned to death for saying this but I think she’s like a camp gay man trapped inside a woman’s body!!!
I also met the two designers behind Religioso (they made Imee’s dress for the W shoot).
W Magazine’s Features Director James Reginato. Oh my god, he jotted down my blog URL. I think he’s in for a shock when he goes through my old entries. EEEK!
I’m really nice. Promise! LOL *wink* God I look so fat on that photo.
More pictures… Daphne, the lady in the leopard-print dress is soo gorgeous. She once interviewed me on her TV show like ages ago and I’ll never forget the first time I met her!!!
Woohooo!!! I looooove her!!!!!
It’s 5:30AM now and I **STILL** CAN’T BELIEVE I had dinner with the Marcoses.
I don’t wanna go all sentimental but it truly was a special/magical moment for me. Never in my life I’d imagine that this would happen. Like what I said, it’s not everyday you get to be with legendary and highly influential people. Out of more than 85 million Filipinos (and growing… yuck! mandatory castration for all Filipino heterosexual males over the age of 13 please), I’m really, really, REALLY, REALLY REALLY INFINITY REALLY lucky to have the opportunity to be there, even for a few hours. It’s such a humbling experience!
As cheesy as it sounds, I’m extremely blessed to have people out there who make other people’s dreams come true…. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope to do the same in the future.
Email me and tell me you love my obese social-climbing ass. My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
I love you all!
P.S. Do newly-appointed Blue Ladies like myself get something from JAR??? I want my official Blue Lad
yboyies goodie bag!!!!
My next goal: