Manila Trekkies represent! (I’m the dork in the civvies.)

It was around 4pm that BG who worked at the Solar network texted me to say he had passes to his company’s premier of the new Star Trek movie. Not only was it — hello!– Star Trek, but I had been staring at the computer non-stop for two days (OK, I’m exaggerating a bit), so I needed to take a break and … stare at another type of screen.

So roommate and I (the three of us were college buddies) went over to his office to pick up the passes, and also to convince him to temporarily forsake his domestic duties and come with us. We succeeded, and by 5.30, all three of us plus BG’s co-worker who was the one who actually scored the passes were on a cab, slowly making our way through the rain and the traffic to the Mall of Asia. When three thirtysomethings and a twentysomething are stuck in a cab for 45 minutes, this is how the conversation goes:

“Can we get passes to the G.I. Joe movie premier too?”

“OMG, G.I. Joe is gonna be awesome.”

“Why doesn’t Cobra Commander appear in any of the trailers?”

“Do you think they’re gonna do M.A.S.K. next?”

“Oh, Jesus, so long as it’s not Sky Commander.”

“Is that the one with the guys in exo-suits that can fly?”

“No, Sky Commander is the one where people get around by rappelling cords attached to their backpacks. That was lame.”

“Dude, the guy who produced M.A.S.K. just figured in a political scandal!” Read more…