Here’s another #latepost. 
If the Eat…Bulaga! gig was last minute, this one was VERY last minute. 
Without a confirmed slot, we decided to take our chances at Sunday Pinasaya the night before. I got there at the studio around 11:00am (the show is at 12:00nn). My friend did not arrive until 12:30. Thankfully, we were let in even if we’re late and didn’t have any tickets nor reservations. We almost missed the opening number, though.
The great thing is, because we’re just chance passengers, so to speak, we were given seats at whatever’s left of the bleachers. It’s farther from the stage, but the rules regarding camera usage was so much more lax. I… think. 
But I was thinking, if ever they take my camera away, I will definitely throw a fit. I mean come on. Some people actually brought DSLRs or mirrorless cams or whatever HD cameras they have (I know because I can tell the difference just by looking at the actual photos) and they were able to use it even while the show is on air. I have a miniscule point-and-shoot. A monster of a minuscule point-and-shoot, but still not a professional camera by any means. So don’t tell me that I can’t use my cam because there will definitely be some finger pointing should that happen.
Fortunately, no orange boy dared to confiscate Ama so no blood was shed. Whew!
Alden at 27 - Sunday Pinasaya, January 6, 2019
