Oh daaaarlings, it has been forever, hasn’t it? It seems ever since I bailed on that dinner show gig and went back to more familiar surroundings, my career and social life have been sparkling! Now if I can only get the diet part in control, my life will be positively marvelous.
We’ve been playing about town – two favorites are: Ezequiel Lee Orona and Juan Ybarra’s 3rd Street Revolution Art Gallery on the corner of 3rd and Imperial (we play there on the first Friday of every month) and the E-String Poker Bar & Grill in Henderson where we play about once a month for Comedy Night. We’ll be there again on Monday, April 30th, showtime 8pm. It’s a positively fun venue, sweet-peas, where you can eat, drink, smoke, gamble, hear live music, peruse the rock memorabilia collection and even buy a vintage guitar during store hours. Come down and catch the show!
Other than flitting about the desert to fabulous soirees and mini-socials here and there, I went out to E-String last night with Todd, Mikey & Kathy to check out a friend’s band, No Limit. I don’t know whose band it is, but I do know that the ever-adorable Bernie Hamburger plays guitar in it – and expertly to boot, dear-hearts. Since he actually builds the amazing guitars he plays, I can even forgive the fact that it was a cover band, which as you know, is an enormously humbling step for me! But all kidding aside, they were very good and worth catching.
Meanwhile, as the band played and the cocktails flowed, I put on my, "Campaign Face," as Lou calls it, and met a host of fabulous people – Megan, Robert, Jason, Jim, Chuck, Seth, Luke -- and a handful of other not-particularly-interesting folks whose names I can’t recall. I also had the opportunity to catch up with Bernie's wife, Diane, which is always a pleasure.
But Wait! This is so strange! As I write, the television is on in the background playing some old movie called, The Bad Seed. I just caught a bit of the dialog…, "I’ll miss your kisses, Daddy. You’re so big and strong." I think I said that to some guy at the club last night. I guess I shouldn’t have wandered off on my own and gotten that third C.C. & Soda! But then had I not, I probably wouldn't have been blind-sided by the full-tongue lip lock of a particularly influential man-about-town. For career advancement reasons, I cannot mention his name.
Anyway, I was dead on my feet this morning and clearly sure I would die. One glance in the mirror convinced me homicide would have been a mercy killing if carried out by an empathetic friend. Neverthelass, dolls, I fixed my face, got dressed and changed my shirt a couple times because I drooled toothpaste on my first one, then was off to a backyard BBQ at the home of Penny, Steve, Kathy & Patrick. It was quite a delightful event, though my wit and personality were both severely compromised as a result of the toooo fabulous night before.
Speaking of being compromised, clearly my ability to write is suffering the effects of too much fun as well, so I will end now.
As Always… Stay Fabulous!
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