GUBA Seat Hogs at Borat Screening
Picked up fellow SF Metroblogger Richard Ault at his house, downed a shot of Glenlivet while there, and drove down to AMC Van Ness for the 5:40 screening of the hilarious, sure to be controversial comedy Borat on its opening day. We walked into a quickly crowding theater fifteen minutes before showtime and find that placed upon about 40-50 seats is a sheet of paper with the word . . .
CUBA and wondered what the hell a large group of Cubans would be doing at this Kazakhastani flick. Upon closer inspection, the word was GUBA. What the hell does that stand for? Who the hell are they? And why are they taking up the best seats in the house?
As showtime approached, there weren’t a whole lot of Gubans filling their reserved seats. Non-Gubans entering the theater were getting pissed that they couldn’t find two seats together to sit with their movie-going mate, some harsh words were exchanged. Most of the Gubans started arriving just before and during the trailers. A very annoying people, these Gubans.
No one around us knew what GUBA was, or who their chosen filmgoers could be. Even Richard, savvy technocrat webhound that he is, was at a loss. The best I could come up with was Gay Urban Basketball Association, but most of them weren’t very tall. Hmmm . . .
Today I googled GUBA. Seems to me to be the guilty party hogging all of the good seats and leaving as the credits rolled, still showing film action, and blocking the screen for the rest of us with their big Guban heads. GUBArs.