Earlier this evening, I couldn’t believe how tired I was. I was pooped. Bushed. I could hardly keep my eyes open. After boardwork at 6-10am, I went straight to a hosting gig that went from 2-6pm. Then I was supposed to meet up with friends for dinner at 8pm, so I was hanging on to consciousness by a thread, as I drank some iced latte in Starbucks to augment my bloodstream with some much-needed caffeine. Then, I heard a laugh than sounded peculiarly like Sharon Cuneta…but different. I turned my head and I realized KC Concepcion was sitting a mere 2 tables away from me! I was so starstruck! I wouldn’t say I’m a fan, because I’m not really familiar with her body of work, but I do find her one of the most luminous personalities in showbiz, and seeing her really blows you away. I couldn’t get over it, I was wide awake by this time, so I started tweeting about it:
Tweet #1: omg its kc concepcion! Nagising ako bigla! Waaah gusto ko magpa picture! Hahaha but im shy! Kc, wacky, wacky! about 4 hours ago via Mobile Web
Tweet #2: Naku, she looked my way! Baka akala niya ako si gabby. I dont blame her, i get that gabby/chico confusion thing. Kainis nga eh… about 4 hours ago via Mobile Web
Tweet #3: dear kc, alis na me. You had your chance, but you blew it. I have to go. Bibili pa ko ng downy. Kasi amoy ipis punda namin. about 4 hours ago via Mobile Web
Then, some of the people following both me and KC started retweeting what I tweeted to KC’s account! I was mortified!!! What if she happened to read some of her tweets and realizes that I was the creepy guy in the next table tweeting about her? Then, given that I was slipping in and out of consciousness out of sheer fatigue, my grasp on reality tenuous at best, I started imagining the following scenario (cue fantasy music and sfx):
KC reads her Twitter account and realizes that the handsome young man in the next table was me. She stands up, gingerly approaches me, then says shyly:
KC: “Excuse me, I really thought you were my dad…only a younger, more mestizo version. And more ruggedly handsome…”
Chico: “I know, right?”
KC: “I was wondering, if I may be so brazen, can I add you on Facebook?”
Chico: “I guess, whatever floats your boat.”
KC: “And no offense, but you also kinda look like my rumored paramour…you might know him…Piolo?”
Chico: “Shut up! I get that all the time!”
Then, she’d insist on buying me an iPad and a Canon S95 as tokens of our new friendship.
Of course, my bubble was abruptly popped when the subject of my reverie upped and left with her friend. And she didn’t even say goodbye.
