The Fun and Frolic of Miss Iloilo Dinagyang 2011

Jan 26, 2011 by

Because you do big things, you get yourself in big trouble as well. This is what we always tell each other in the prod team every time we do events and obstacles would build up as showtime comes to a close. When the show happens, you get roaring applause, people loving it and telling you great stuff about what you just did, not realizing the amount of work that was put into the seamless flow of the show. There are also the after-show issues – not worth minding, really, but this happens all the time. Especially when people feel a bit down sided while the show turned out HUGE. All these things are considered signs of a successful event. If people do not talk about it, nor complain about it, then something must be terribly wrong.

Working for Ms Iloilo Dinagyang 2011 (MID 2011) was a wonderful roller coaster ride. I was privy to the inside stories, mostly interesting ones. Unique individuals strutting out their different working styles, the panic-moments, the fun moments, wonderful laughter with everyone in the production, the backbiting moments, the God-I-Hate-This-Bitch moments – all of which completed the ingredients for what makes a big show. I was honoured to have been chosen by ABS-CBN to co-host with Gail Nunez and this celebrity named Derek Ramsay.

Speaking of Derek, I have to say a few things about our private conversations because my friends are DYING to hear this. This must be a way to satisfy their fantasies knowing that their friend (me) got into a really close encounter with the man himself, the other half of Angelica, Derek Ramsay. He arrived at the venue 1 hour before the show, all feverish and weather-beaten. He just got back from a 28 hour flight from England to attend his grandmother’s 90th birthday only to end up not going to the party because he stayed in bed the entire time, he told me and Gail. While we were rehearsing our lines, he was profusely thanking us for being his ‘angels’ and saved his life (backstory: the script was revised 3 hours before the show, to remove a few lines from Derek and were distributed to Gail and me because Derek’s voice was cracking up).  A few moments later, we were prompted to be on standby as the show was starting in 5 minutes and we will do a backstage live feed interview with fashion icon Renee Salud. Before leaving Derek’s dressing room, we had our photo ops for posterity.

During the show, Derek would occasionally comment on who he thought were really pretty girls among the candidates. When we were prompted by the director (Kevin Pison Piamonte) to stretch the acknowledgments, I asked Derek if he didn’t mind reading half of the script but he said he was under contract not to acknowledge ANY SPONSOR during events – not even his own tuna endorsement. Weird. But yeah, contracts are really weird sometimes. And weird contracts are not limited to celebrities. Even senators have weird contracts.

After the show, Derek expressed his gratitude to Gail and me and congratulated us for a job well done. Like duh. He was a great host himself. His exact lines: “It was such an honor working with you, Bob and Gail.” I switched to my crappy self: “Pleasure is mine.” What the. I could have said something like, ‘oh come on, you don’t really mean that, do you?’ HAHA but he was seriously a well-mannered gentleman who is capable of paying 100% attention when someone is talking to him and REMEMBER their names. Proof? When we had our after-show dinner, he was so conversant and talking about food in Iloilo: talaba, batchoy, pancit molo, crabs, etc. He thoroughly chit-chatted with us and I behaved like we were good friends in a long time. Of course I was being silly.

The Derek evening ended at around 10.30 and I caught up with my friends at Rooftop Brewery. The face foundation hasn’t been washed, my hair was still solid as petrified tree bark and was still wearing my Jor-El Espina trousers. My tux was fabulous and I owe it to Jor-El.

If you were to ask me if I’d do it again: of course I would. I just laugh off some personalities who showed their true colors when things go kaput. Their inabilities to open their minds and brush aside a few mishaps tell me the kind of people that they are and it isn’t nice. But still, it’s worth knowing.

1)      Some politicians think so highly of themselves they are forgetting there are times when they are actually not important. Their expectations drive them crazy. Their wives yell at them because hey, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY F**KING COMPLIMENTARY TICKET?! Which by the way, we are not fond of giving out. You want to watch our wonderful show? You f**king pay.

2)      Some audience members are nuts. They want this seat, but it’s a different number, they go crazy. They say I am this-I am that. They are important. They are somebody. I tell them: then go put up your own show where you are wheel chaired everywhere in drapes.

3)      Some people who were not acknowledged properly lost their self-esteem. Their world collapsed. They feel like the universe shrank. They are not important. What happened? Why? Why not mentioned? Why? Why? Why?

4)      These issues all boil down to this concept:


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