Last Christmas, while waiting for the clock to strike 12, some of us were left talking to relatives we don’t normally converse with.
I overheard my young niece talking about her friend who sold a water bottle Zac Efron drank from when he was in Manila.
So I bragged that I stole Harry Connick Jr.’s Coke can after his PICC concert.
Last March 2008, Harry Connick Jr. had a can of Coke brought to him during his Manila concert.
I watched it like a hawk. After the show, I snuck up to his roadie and asked for the can of Coke, still cold, and drank from it.
“Yuck!” my nieces squealed as I told them the story on Christmas eve.
“Anong yuck? That’s his DNA!” I explained that the Coke was especially delicious since it was flown in from the Coke plant in Atlanta.
As a Coke expert, I can tell you Philippine Coke is nothing compared to Atlanta Coke.
Japanese Coke is also one of the world’s best.
But I digress, my teenage niece went on further to say Harry Connick Jr. is also “yuck!”
To which I replied, “Are you kidding me? Zac Efron is like the grossest thing on earth!”
Not being an old hag here, I happen to get Justin Bieber. I think he’s crushable. Unlike Zac Efron.
And it’s not about having a generation gap. One of my biggest crushes to this day is the late Montomery Clift, who was dead by the time I discovered his films.
Which leads to this poll: