It was with undiluted pleasure that I was surrounded with various real-life versions of those memorable fictional characters: Edith Wharton’s “Sillerton Jackson” and “Lawrence Lefferts,” Lev Tolstoy’s “Princess Yelena Kouragin,” Jane Austen’s “Mrs. Bennet,” Oscar Wilde’s “Lady Augusta Bracknell,” not to mention Truman Capote’s “Holly Golightly” and “Mag Wildwood” at a recent “society” gala at the Manila Peninsula hotel. Although all was elegance and politesse during the affair, the cast of characters made it a veritable vicious comedy by their incessant carping about every noteworthy personality that had the fortune — or rather the misfortune — to enter the Rigodon ballroom amidst the flashes of the paparazzi…
“Dahling!!! Hellohowareyou???” And as soon as she passed, the tongues started wagging their inflammatory fires…
“Lovely dress but far lovelier earrings…”
“Where does she stand in the family quarrel??? Of course, her branch was never close to her aunt. They didn’t even bother to attend the reading of the last will and testament. Not that they need to inherit anything, they’re terribly rich.”
“It’s not a family quarrel. It’s only her politician cousin quarreling with the cousins who inherited from their bitchy old aunt. And that politician cousin will not quarrel with her — at least for now — because she didn’t get anything, much less bother to get anything. They were never really close. You know, everyone thinks she is a woman of style… but she is also a woman of substance: after she separated from her husband, her parents refused to have anything to do with her. She only had Php 5,000 left but built herself up from there. Now, she is a self-made multimillionairess without the help of her family. Remarkable lady.”
“Politician cousin is just pouring out all her sexual frustrations by creating this mess, you know. They used to say she was a lesbian, until she married someone whom they used to say was gay. Now, she’s correctly described as a politician; she excels at it as she’s completely incomprehensible. So really, politician cousin is just after some big money from her simple cousin.”
“You know, their simple cousin couldn’t care less if she inherited or not. She is the richest one of them all because her Hetty Green of a mother has never lost a single cent in all her life!!! The story of the one light bulb is true, you know. And simple cousin’s husband is just getting progressively richer by the day. Among family in private, she says that there are far too many properties and too many assets to manage, and manage well. Nice, very nice problem to have, don’t you think???”
A not-so-pretty young thing entered with a posse of passably attractive ingenues doing “the attitude.”
“That girl, despite her airs, is actually illegitimate. She shouldn’t even be carrying her father’s surname. Her father had a relationship which his parents didn’t approve, his girlfriend was ‘pobrecita’ but very ambitious and determined to bear his child, come hell or high water. And so there she goes… But you can still see all that insecurity in her, don’t you???”
“They’re educating her very well. She is to be sent to the US for schooling. Her father says she has the grades to be admitted to an Ivy League university. Of course, he’s got the connections. So there…”
“Poor lady. Her playboy husband is bedding her best friend. Always the case, isn’t it???”
“Does she know? She must already know. I mean, if the whole town knows…”
“Well, nobody expected their marriage to last in the first place. Not with a husband like that, however handsome. He’d sooner stick it into an SM salesgirl.”
And “Christina of Sweden” appeared…
“And whooooo made that horrible dress???”
“Bad taffeta. Very bad taffeta. Her designer took her for a ride!!!”
“A bad dress on a bad figure.”
“I predict that she will trip with that dress anytime now…”
“‘Hija,’ look at your ex-boyfriend. Sooooo handsome… And it’s that little ‘feissima’ mongrel who has taken your place!!! My goodness, ‘hija, ‘look at all that you’ve given up!!! He is going to inherit the bulk of his Papa’s estate: the corporations, the banks, the houses, the boat, the helicopter, and everything else!!! If I were you I would have never let him go!!!” carped mestiza mama.
Mestiza daughter snapped: “Mom, he can’t even get it up, OK??? Forget it!!!”
“Hellodahlinghowareyou???”
“I’ve seen that dress twice already…” fashion observer murmured.
“Saw that in Chatuchak. 1,500 baht.”
“I’m sure she beat you to it.”
A handsome and macho “politico” strode into the room. “Ssshhh… Rumor control says that he is a ‘Size 12’…”
“Really??? 12 inches??? Impressive!!!”
“No, 12 years old!!!”
And the ascendant one glided into the ballroom…
“Hellohowyou…???”
“Wow… How was she able to afford that dress??? I’ll bet it’s a fake!!! Where did she steal the gas to get here??? Or did she walk??? All those debts…!!!”
“I’m sure she hasn’t paid for that dress yet. And she never will.”
“Such lovely girls. So sweet. They’re always together…”
“That’s because they are together. What did you think??? And there’s more of them over there. Sapphic is in.”
And John Travolta as Tony Manero strutted sexily into the crowd at full swing…
“Hi, dude!!! What’s up???”
“Stud.”
“Rent boy. You pay his rent.”
“Adventurer.”
“She left him already. Caught him setting a date with her cousin.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Male cousin, dahling. He likes it from all directions, you see.”
“She is the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen…”
“Dahling, I love your minaudiere!!!” Where’d you get it???”
“Greenhills ‘tiangge’!!!”
Fashion model hissed: “He’s the guy I was telling you about… He’s rich: several companies, houses in Ayala Alabang, Punta Fuego, Boracay, a yacht… He can have me anytime. Better yet, marry me. But I hear he is ‘not endowed’ down there…”
“Hey babe, small bulge, big pocket. Can’t win ’em all.” declared young fashion designer.
“Sir, would you like some foie gras?”
“Uhm, is that really foie gras? Or is that ‘faux’ gras?”
“It isn’t foie gras. Just be honest and say it’s liver spread.”
With characteristic naughtiness, I decided that I would step on every single long dress with a train in the ballroom during the course of the evening. Just for kicks. One, two, three… Once, twice, thrice… I even managed to step on a particular gown [ guess who??? ] no less than fifteen times!!! Bwahahah!!! 😛 😛 😛