“What Are Beaches For, But To Beach With Other Beaches!”

Last night my friend E invited me to watch the Search for Mister International Philippines 2008. He had an extra ticket. I was never a fan of beauty contests—male or female—and ogling men in skimpy trunks have lost much of their appeal to me (I prefer a more active role, hehehe). But because there was a veneer of seriousness to this competition, and I owe E a gimmik night, I agreed.

Though the show started late (which was not surprising), the staging was paced briskly and with no glaring major hitches (which was a pleasant surprise).

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At the gate the ushers noticed that we were holding “for media” tickets. So they placed us in the reserved seating area in the center block. While waiting for the show to start, E and I looked around us. There seemed to be uniformity in the crowd, in terms of age and “look”. A couple or so guests distinguished themselves by flaunting the prerequisite accessory to such an event—a hunkylicious boy toy in tow. E and I decided to amuse ourselves. One guy’s hunk-ccessory in particular caught our eye; he was wearing a predominantly yellow t-shirt with blue and red accents. He and his date sat several rows ahead of us.

E: Friend, look at that guy’s date. He looks like he just came from Worlds of Fun.

McVie: He asked his manager if he could leave work early.

Then both of us noticed the same thing at the same time.

E: Friend, did you see…

McVie: …the pants he’s wearing…

E: …looks like…

McVie: …I think he really IS wearing…

The hunk-ccessory stood up from his seat to make way for someone. E and I looked at each other, wide-eyed.

Both: …Fitness First pants?!

E: Friend, trainor?!

McVie: Friend, staff.

Both of us stifled our laughter.

McVie: In fairness, he works hard for the money. Imagine, two jobs! (I noticed his date inched closer to him.) Wait, make it three.

And then the event started.