Had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that Elvira Manahan and Behn Cervantes were star-crossed lovers a la Hihintayin Kita Sa Langit. In my dream, Elvira Manahan was also Ava Gardner and she was always wearing a flimsy white pantulog. You know, like what Elizabeth wore as she triumphantly watched the fiery end of the Spanish Armada.
Anyway Elvira-slash-Ava died, still wearing that infernal pantulog, and as Behn Cervantes carried her across a desolate crag my lucid self interrupted, “E teka lang, di ba bakla si Behn Cervantes?! Ben with an “h” nga e!” And then I woke up.
PUTANGINA LATE NA 'KO SA PLANNING!
Postscript: I was at the Inquirer later that afternoon where I bumped into Elvira’s granddaughter, Juana Manahan. Double weird.
