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Oh, Hello. You’re Mister Chuckie Dreyfus.

I was on my way to Pepper Lunch at Shang for “something”.  I didn’t know what it was because I am, apparently, clueless a lot.  I have these gaps in my memory which is probably a sign of aging or obesity or something really serious like that.

When Grace picked me up, I had to ask her where we were going.  I knew we were going to Pepper Lunch but I didn’t know which one and why.  She told me that we were meeting Chuckie Dreyfus.  I shit my pants!  No, I didn’t.

Chuckie Dreyfus was a child star who was really big in the 80s.

I had already met Chuckie a decade ago through one of my good friends.  Back then, he was this techy/geek guy and that’s all I can remember.  Oh, and he was really nice.

Chuckie is now happily married with 3 kids and he produces musical scoring for film and television.  He’s lost 40lbs and is planning to get back into the acting game.  Good for him.  Now, that’s all I can say about that.  Oh, and he’s still really nice.

My 80s entertainment consisted of watching Sesame Street and The Facts of Life.  Also, listening to Tchaikovsky, Glenn Miller and Lea Salonga.  That’s Entertainment?  I’m drawing a blank.  This is probably how stupid people feel most of the time.  It’s uncomfortable.

At Pepper Lunch, Cecile gave us all loot bags with Birch Tree Powdered Milk, Besuto Prawn Crackers, Hapee Toothpaste, Colgate Toothpaste, Likas Papaya Soap and Chuckie Choco Drink.  All of these things are associated to Mister Chuckie Dreyfus.  I don’t really know how but it was hilarious nonetheless.

I keep saying “Mister Chuckie Dreyfus” because I have a Parokya Ni Edgar song stuck in my head.  The lyrics are about how the singer wants to be part of That’s Entertainment and the 2nd stanza goes “Kapag ako’y makapasok, siguradong malalaos. Ang pagkagwapo ni Mr. Chuckie Dreyfus.”

Follow Chuckie Dreyfus on Twitter:

https://twitter.com/chuckiedreyfus


If I Let You Go: My Denims

Dondi, Kerin and Dianne in the Garage

I woke up this afternoon at 1:30pm, which is the time I usually get out of bed.  It was a pretty standard afternoon in my life.  I thought I was home alone (still standard) until Dianne, my brother’s girlfriend, came into the house to pee.

Apparently, they were having a garage sale.  By this time, I had made 90 pesos from a couple of things of mine that they sold.

I remembered that I had about 4 pairs of jeans that I had set aside under the “maybe” in my room.  It was a tough decision whether or not to include them in the sale.  They were very expensive (at the time of purchase) and very distinguishable.  Finally, I took a deep breath and handed them over to Dianne for her to price them and include them in the sale.

It sometimes hurts to part with old things.  I knew that I’d probably never wear them again because I feel that they’re too “young” for me.  Well, maybe not too young but they’re not who I am now.  My sister pointed out that there were a few pairs of jeans that were already in the pile that she loved on me.  I told her that I’m too old to have my butt crack showing.

I thought the garage sale was kind of funny to look at because to the left in the photo is Dondi of the Techy Romantics, a band that was recently nominated in the 2011 MYX Music Awards, and to the right is Dianne Elise, a singer that was nominated for an Awit Award last year.  It was a very musical garage sale to say the least.


Oh, Hello. You’re a Big Drag Queen.

Pollo Del Mar

I was tweeting about RuPauls’s Drag Race last night because I had just started season 2 of the series.  I was surprised when I received a reply from a stranger with huge orange hair and really colourful make-up.  Actually, my heart probably skipped a beat from the shock.  A drag queen had messaged me.  Woah.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love drag queens.  I actually have a good friend that’s a drag queen.  I was just caught off guard when she tweeted me because there aren’t very many drag queens in The Philippines.  A lot of she-males, yes.  Drag queens, no.  You can also throw in a few boys in dresses that lipsynch to women’s songs, but I don’t consider them drag queens ’cause I’d probably do a better job if someone would just do my make-up and find me a dress size 10 (okay maybe a 12 LOL) outfit with size 11 heels.

Getting back to the queen.  Her name is Pollo Del Mar, a drag queen out of San Fo.  She is a GLOSS magazine journalist and SF Bay Times Columnist.  She’s friends with people that I loved on RuPaul’s Drag Race like Juju, Pandora Boxx and Ongina.  We exchanged a few words and I think she’s hilarious.  I could be biased though because she’s a Glamazon (She’s 6′ tall without the heels) which is something I can relate to in a country where the average height of the men is around 5’4″.

You can follow Pollo Del Mar via twitter:

http://www.twitter.com/TheGlamazonPDM


The Other Cheek

A rare photo of Mariah Carey from a left angle.

Mariah Carey’s baby is due in less than a month.  I really hope that her twins are going to be cute.  And by cute, I don’t mean how all babies are the most beautiful thing to their parents.  What I mean is, I hope that they’re Suri Cruise cute.

If they turn out like Bobbi Christina (Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown’s eldest) as a baby, then she’s gonna lose some fans.  Yes, she is.  No one wants to see photos of their favourite celebrities with ugly babies.  No, sir.  They do not.

I think Mariah lost a few fans when she married Nick Cannon.  After all, he is a gigolo spending lots of dough… always surrounded by so many ho(s).

It took me awhile to accept that they are actually in love.