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Goose Hunting on the Farm

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Well okay – it was Beverly Farms, MA to be exact, and we  weren’t really “hunting” for any sort of “Goose” animal, per se (by “we” I mean M.C. Nugget’s family friend Kitty and I).  I’ll explain in a sec.

But first – if you are new here – WELCOME ABOARD the Ms. Cheevious Express – heh heh. Once you board, you will never get off (no pun intended)! 

This blog serves up a weekly yummy Hollywood dish:  the inside scoop on what real – life hollywood actors, producers, entertainment sorts and the people they hang with do on a daily basis.  I just happen to find myself involved (sometimes accidentally) much of the time.  Are you old enough to remember the Lucy Show, or young enough to have seen it on Nick at Night? Well, think the Lucy Show for 2009, and add a few RockStar beverages in there, and you get the idea.

Plus, my relationship with my boyfriend, M.C. Nugget (an actor who many of you have seen – you just don’t know it, because hey, someone’s identity has to be protected on this zany blog) has only helped to fuel my already juicy life!  But I do protect the identity of the people in my life and in this blog. 

HOWEVER, if you are famous and carrying on in public, and if I see you, or happen to have some interaction, then guess what?  You don’t get an alias or protected identity here.  Your real name will be used, because hey – otherwise, why would people read this blasted thing?  Now, on to the story. 

As you know, from the story of my trip back east in “Manhattan Transfer,” I accompanied my man Nuggie back to NYC and then to his home town of Manchester, Massachusetts to spend the Fourth of  July with his family.  We did, and as you know, it was a blast.

What you don’t know is that on the Fourth, Nuggie’s mom, Spicy Nugget (I call her Sporty Spice though, for her total dedication to staying athletic and in shape, even in her 70’s) had a little party for her brood, and for their best-friend family, the Catson’s.  She made lasagna, and there was so much food, we all ate and just rolled around the patio, then rolled back inside for cocktails, or cake or whatever else our heart desired, then rolled back outside for family pictures and good times.  Fun fun. 

Then it was time to trek over to Beverly Farms to watch fireworks on West Beach. 

When we got there, however, Kitty Catson (Kit Cat, of course) and I realized we were thirsty, and we hadn’t thought (like all the other revelers there) to bring a cooler of refreshments. 

Now, if you know me, and if you have read my blog long enough, you can guess what happened.  I saw this as an opportunity to meet new people and – BONUS – get a glass of wine or something in the process. That’s how it works in LA LA land, anyway – at least in my little, tiny world. There were TONS of people having their little parties on their little balconies that lined up the little street along the beach.  I thought at least ONE of them had to have some extra wine or something, right? At the very minimum, they would offer me a Diet Coke or something, certainly!

Everyone – I repeat – EVERY ONE of the Nuggets and Catsons doubted my ability to make friends and get any sort of libations or even regular beverages out of them.  I decided they might be onto something, being natives of the east coast and all.  So I asked Nuggie for cash.  I figured money talks, and I could offer to buy a glass of wine, if necessary. Then I set out on my little adventure.

I have to tell you people – believe it or not, I got discouraged at first!  Yep.  I visited THREE HOUSES.  I received wicked, holier-than-thou or at the very least “I’m from Radcliffe and graduated from Harvard, dahhhling.  And who are you?” looks, from the plump, frumpy women leaning over the balconies, sloshing their over-filled wine glasses in my face.  I could see that their men were bored out of their minds and wanted to say “YES, YES, somebody please give this girl some WINE!”  if only to have a good story to tell, but they dared not.  So, I went back to my group with my tail between my legs. 

It was then that Kitty Cat and I became friends for life.  She said, “Follow me.  We’ll find us something to drink.”  And so I did. 

We too went to a couple of different houses, and received some strange looks from people.  She was walking up to them and saying, “Hey there!  Can we buy a glass of wine from you?” When I had this BRILLIANT idea!  I decided we needed to be damsels in distress! So I said, “Hey, don’t offer to buy so quick.  Let me handle this!” 

So, we walked up to our (now) good friend Max’s house and looked up at this little group of stylish women talking to him.  “Pardon me,” I said demurely, “I wonder if you could help us.  We completely forgot to bring our cooler with us, and we would be so grateful if we might be able to get a glass of water or something else to drink from you folks?”  Immediately, Max said, “I’ll be right down.” 

He greeted us at the front door of his lovely home and walked us straight into the kitchen and his bar.  “So, what made the two of you come over here?” he asked, and I proceeded to tell him the story. 

We all laughed, and I asked, “Well, what made you say yes?” and he said, “I just had to give a drink to someone so gutsy as to ask for it!” And that was it!

Kit Cat and I walked triumphantly back to our group with two giant red cups filled with Grey Goose Vodka and Soda — enough to share with everyone. 

Now THAT put a little spark into our fourth, for sure! 

I am off this evening to the Hollywood Bowl with Nuggie who was invited by Venice Magazine!  Then, tomorrow is our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of meeting each other!  Can you believe it!  Craziness, eh?

Have a fabulous weekend everyone!  And don’t try to hunt the Goose.  It will find YOU!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhhhuuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Manhattan Transfer – Planes, Trains & Automobiles

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3AM – west coast time – day of travel – wake up.  eyes wide open.  bummer. never get back to sleep.

12 noon – m.c. nugget and i hop a plane to jfk.

8:30 pm – rainy big apple.  arrive jfk and proceed to the airport “air train,” then the long island railroad into penn station, then a cab to our hotel – m.c., lugging the ms. cheevious luggage entourage up and down many many flights of stairs — it must mean SOMETHING, right?

10:45 pm – our cabbie, one block from hotel in downtown nyc, rolls down his window to ask another cabbie for directions to our hotel (at least he asks for directions).

11:15 pm – dinner in hotel bar. friend of friend joins us for a drink. we close the place down at midnight, and hop in another cab to ulysse’s bar.

12:15 am – our cabbie is lost on the way to ulysse’s — hey, that downtown nyc area is tough to navigate! this cabbie actually pulls over and asks the security guard of a parking lot where our street is.

2:40 am east coast time – we get back to hotel and go to sleep.

– next day –

12 noon-ish – hello sunshine! apparently it’s been missing lately in nyc. glad it shines for us as we eat lunch in rockefeller center!

7:00 pm – dinner with friends ricky & lucy and another fantastic couple down near 14th street.  arte cafe.  yummy.  learn something: as ms. cheevious gets lighter for summer, she cannot hold her liquor very well.  i hear myself struggle to speak clearly, as i sip on my glass of instant inebriation – ha ha – not funny though!!  i am officially a lightweight. 

– next day –

11 am – nuggie susses out neighborhood so “we” can lug our luggage to the subway without too much trouble, and make the journey back to jfk to board a plane to boston.  there i will meet his family.

11:15 am – “we” lug luggage through a couple blocks of downtown to the subway.  okay — nuggie lugs ms. cheevious’ entourage of luggage through a couple of blocks of downtown to the subway, then up and down subway stairs (again, whattaguy), and we board the subway to penn station.

12-ish – we arrive penn station, go up and down more flights of stairs, and board the long island railroad to jamaica station, where we catch the jfk “air train” to the airport.

1pm – arrive at jfk for 2pm flight.  we see it’s delayed an hour and have lunch in terminal 5 sports bar. (terminal 5 rocks).  our flight gets delayed, and delayed, and delayed (thunder storms in boston).

7pm – we board flight five hours after original departure time and taxi for 50 more minutes before taking off.

9 pm-ish – arrive logan international airport – FINALLY. WE MADE IT!

– next day –

HeLLO beautifuls!  I am writing from wet and drippy Manchester, Mass – a quiet, beautiful little suburb of Boston.  M.C. Nugget brought me here to meet his family and spend the Fourth of July together.  What a treat! 

We stopped off in Manhattan on our way over, and spent a couple of days traversing the Big Apple, via cab, train and subway (exactly as depicted above). 

I just gotta say – you’d think with technology today, the powers-that-be could figure out a way to get air traffic down to a REAL science.  Wouldn’t you?  Thunder storms, sunshine, sleet, snow – whatever.  If a thunder storm moves into an area, isn’t there some way they can make sure the planes stay on schedule?  Like can’t they use magnets or tethers or something?  I mean, puhhhh-leazzze.

Nuggie’s family so far (mom, dad, brother, fiance and niece) are delightful dahlings.  I still have one more sibling and some adoptive family members to meet, and of course, I’ll report on them some other time!  But I couldn’t ask to meet a nicer family.  Well — I guess I could ask, and god knows I’ve been known to ask for some unfathomable things — but that doesn’t mean it would be granted – ha! Besides, in this case, it is not at all necessary.  They are awesome.

Today Nuggie and I are heading via train back into Boston to take the famous Duck tour (look it up – it is suppose to be very cool), and watch the rehearsal of the Boston Pops Fourth of July celebration.  If it rains, things may change.

What a fabulous summer so far!  Normally my little guy would have hopped his own flight to come and stay with me for summer by now, but he – believe it or not – is entering HIGH SCHOOL and has football practice that can’t be missed.  Even so, he arrives into LA the day after I get back, when he and I will BOTH celebrate our birthdays (his was June 29 – when he turned 14, and mine will be July 8 – when I will turn 29 for the i-don’t-know-how-many-times-now-because-I’ve-lost-count).

So that is it.  I am off, you beautiful people!

Have a spectacular Fourth of July weekend.  Remember that we live in the greatest country around, even if a bunch of other countries hate us.  Tough.

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmppphhhhuuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Bizarre-Oh – I Mean Bazaar – in Beverly Hills

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Dude, when a friend raves about the hottest new restaurant or bar in Los Angeles (New York, Chicago, Timbuktu), I cringe a little.  Call me a skeptic, but I listen, then I wait before I buy into the hype.  I’d rather reserve judgement for myself.  

Sadly, (sniff, sniff) I learned to do this at an early age, when a little incident crushed my heart on a visit to Santa, his elves and the “North Pole”  at our neighborhood mall one Christmas, long ago. THAT visit went over REALLY well!

I was just a wee bit precocious, and I remember asking my mommy how on earth Santa and the North Pole were going to possibly find their way to our mall, and – by the way – how did Santa AND his elves find the time during toy-making season to stop by our mall anyway?  My mommy assured me that with Santa, anything was possible.  I was cautiously optimistic, but that didn’t last.  One look at that fake, cotton ball snow, and my hopes and dreams were dashed forever.  I knew then my mom was delusional.  She really believed this stuff!  I also knew then, I could never trust someone else’s experiences to come close to the expectations created when I believed what they said. I was shocked that my own mom was so fooled, but true to form – even then – I chose to remain silent, “allowing” her to continue living the dream.  HA!

So now, I still protect my delusional, yet well-meaning and lovely friends, who when visiting some hot spot, find themselves buying into all the hype and becoming willing advocates of the weird, crazy, kooky, “out there”, or just plain DUMB things Hollywood dishes out.

If you are new here, welcome!  Glad to have you!  But hold onto your chairs, ladies and gentlemen, I am about to rant!  And we know what happens then, don’t we?! 

So, just one week after my girlfriend Sheila (no worries Sheila, you weren’t the only one to rave, I just knew you could handle the abuse! ) told me she’d been to an event at this new hotel, SLS, in Beverly Hills – and after I listened to her rave about it “probably being the most gorgeous hotel in Los Angeles” and after hearing about the unique “gallery” they have, where patrons can actually BUY some of the exorbitantly priced items to have for their very own – After all of that, M.C. Nugget (that’s the alias for my boyfriend for you newbies out there – and no, he isn’t really a famous rapper, he just likes to think he is) and I had this “networking” event to attend at the very same SLS.  Let me say this though:  I call it a “networking” event, because I actually DO network everywhere I go.  Here we were, surrounded by scantily clad women, and men in their dapper threads, and I was busy talking “techno-babe” to a beauty at the event.  Turns out that beauty is also a web designer/geek, so we chatted about synergistic possibilities for our respective businesses, sipped on our cocktails, exchanged email addresses and each went on our merry way. Can you say “WRITE OFF?” Gotta love it. Fun fun!

But I have to say, I did not understand much about the whole chic uber cool reputation of the SLS.  Okay, so the owner of the hotel owns a Bugatti, and parked it in front of the hotel.  And, okay, there were about six other cars parked out front that were priced over $250,000 (the Bugatti is more like a million buckaroos or something crazy like that, baby dolls) – but then, walking into that hotel, and exploring its inner passageways, and common areas was like being transported to a real-life version of “Through the Looking Glass,” but add a little absinthe and crack to it.  There were these framed “portraits” on the walls, which looked like they could be paintings.  They were strategically placed around the hotel, and depicted famous celebrities or dignitaries — at first — but then morphed slowly into various primates. I’m absolutely positive there was some political or social significance to famous people turning into orangutans, but it was lost on those of us who were there to simply enjoy a night out on the town.

True to form, however, Nuggie and I had a fantastic time at the place, and at all of the events, which coincidentally were not at the SLS (except for the Saturday by the pool, which was my favorite).  Upon returning to the hotel on Friday night after the first event, we went into the bar at “Bazaar,” apparently the newest hot spot in LA.  We sat down and our server proceeded to inform us of their coolness.  She stated oh so demurely, that reservations for the restaurant were on a minimum of two months waiting list just before scampering off to gather our cocktails.  When she returned, of course I had to ask, “So tell me, what is so special about this restaurant? Is it the Chef?  Is he or she famous for some sort of cuisine?” 

Okay people – hold onto your drinks – or your diet cokes or  mouse pads.  This is where I am going to BLOW YOUR MINDS with the newest technology in culinary arts.  The chef, Jose Andres’ specialty is — get this — Molecular Gastronomy.  What IS Molecular Gastronomy, you might ask?  Well, I’m going to enlighten you as our delightful server did for us.  It is where they sort of mash up the food – they crush it – so that it maintains its full-bodied flavor, but is liquefied. 

Okay.  Stop the presses.  I just about fell out of my chair when she told me that.  I SO wanted to rant and yell out in laughter, “GET OUT!  I cannot believe there is a two month waiting list to dine at a restaurant where the menu is virtually LIQUID! I mean, I’ve heard of all the fad diets in Beverly Hills, but what did I miss here? Had the liquid diet become so popular that people would pay untold dollars to have it served via four star service?” 

Instead M.C. or I – I can’t remember which – managed to mutter our best, “And people — p-p-pay for this?”    

“Oh yes! ” Sally Sanguine surmised, “And it sort of explodes in your mouth!” 

It gets better.  We were kind of dumbfounded.  No kidding.  Speechless — almost.  MC said something like, “Well.  Not — literally  —  Right?”

“No,” she went on, “It’s just that the flavor is like an explosion.  It’s so delicious – almost better than the solid food!  He does this thing with an olive – and we put it in our martinis (of course, I had to steal a glance at my martini).  We call it the Liquid Olive. It is SOOOO delicious!”

When she trotted away, MC and I burst into laughter.  We could NOT believe what hoops people would jump through to participate in what they perceived as valuable!  Well, okay – I admit, there was that time in Vegas – but I digress.

It was so funny to think about people panting after these hard-to-get reservations, finally securing a table for four, getting all decked out, ordering car service to deliver them in style to the door of the restaurant, and to sit down to a liquid meal, created with this new “thing,” Molecular Gastronomy. 

That just SOUNDS bad.  It sounds like it’s gonna’ give me a BUBBLE!  Like it’s time to pull out the Metamucil! 

Too funny.

Okay – so now I’m going to bed.  I’ve had my real popcorn and my real rice pudding, and my real chocolate (So?  It was desert!), and now it’s time for sleep.

Next week I am off to New York City and Boston!  I am going  to M.C. Nugget’s home town and I am going to meet —  drum roll — his FAMILY.  Fun stuff, baby! I promise to fill you in on all the details.  I’m sure all the other Nuggets are very cool people!

Before you go off to enjoy your fantastically sunny and glorious weekend my beautiful men and women, please try to remember to put the families of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson in your thoughts and prayers.  I am sure these people are hurting – and the media circus around it  is shameful.  We can make things better by staying grounded and remembering what’s important – to show respect for those who’ve lost loved ones.

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhhhuuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The Day Player – Tripping the Light Fantastic

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Okay – so M.C. Nugget and I  (just between you and me, he wishes he were still FWC)  were JUST talking about the prospect of producing Ms. Cheevious as a scripted television show.  You’ve all seen the silly one or two minute clips we’ve thrown together with our pocket digital camera, right?  This wouldn’t be like that.  We dream big over here at Yummy Chicken Productions.

If you are new here, welcome!  We have a TON of fun in here, dishing on the latest blunders, fantastic achievements, celebrity events, and zany-in-general things I find myself involved in.  There is all manner of name dropping, sexual innuendo, or what-have-you, and it’s a place where people come to let their hair down, and live vicariously – through – ehem – ME.

So, back to the idea of a SHOW about  – well – ehem – ME:  Of course the potential for internet was always a part of the mix, and an obvious option, but neither one of us were aware of any one online show or series that particularly excited us.  Plus, M.C. is use to doing things the traditional way.  You know, putting together a pitch, kissing ass and hoping someone sees the beauty, coolness, edginess, raciness and/or incredible potential in your little project — which apparently doesn’t always work — BASTARDS.

It was then (last Sunday) that our trusty bartender-(from the World Cafe in Santa Monica)-turned friend Miranda Allgood told us all about what she and her partner, Helenna Santos have been working on (I always use aliases to protect the identity of my peeps in Ms. Cheevious-land, but their names are real here, people. They want you to know about their fantastic project – and so do I).

Nuggie and I were just a tad skeptical about the whole thing when Miranda invited us to the launch party for the premiere of their baby, The Day Player.

TDP promo pic

Promotional photo for The Day Player

I’m not sure what we expected, but it was probably somewhere along the lines of the quality of the M.C. Nugget reveal video – (damn teamsters)!  Instead, we were pleasantly surprised, inspired and thrilled, to say the least! 

I could spend numerous key strokes telling you about the little webisode, but I’d rather just send you there.  GO.  It will be worth every minute (and there are only four of them).  Nuggie always says, “The more you rave about something, the less people like it.” So just GO — it’s F-O-U-R  freakin’ minutes! Here’s the link: The Day Player (www.thedayplayer.com).  Plus, if you want to help this endeavor, which I HIGHLY SUGGEST, and you want the potential of being a type of “producer” of the upcoming web series, go here (or follow the link www.indiegogo.com/thedayplayer).  I did, and you’ll want to once you see it.

Tune in next week for more funny tales with tons of chicks, drinks, fire trucks & hot guys doing — for goddsakes people, it’s Ms. Cheevious!  Just tune in, would ya!?

And, whatever your plans, have a fabulously fantastic weekend my lovely men and women (after you watch The Day Player, that is)! 

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhhuuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Anything but Common!

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Okay.  I know I’ve promised to share some juicy tales lately, and have yet to deliver.  But in the craziness of life and travel and too much fun over the past weeks, I ran across a little gem yesterday that I wanted to share with you lovely boys and girls first.  It’s from a website called Daily OM.  And it definitely provides that BREATH of fresh air in terms of perspective!  Enjoy!

Small Gestures Make a Big Difference
Common Courtesy

We often feel that we don’t have the time or energy to extend ourselves to others with the small gestures that compose what we call common courtesy. It sometimes seems that this kind of social awareness belongs to the past, to smaller towns and slower times. Yet, when someone extends this kind of courtesy to us, we always feel touched. Someone who lends a helping hand when we are struggling with our groceries makes an impression because many people just walk right by. Even someone who simply makes the effort to look us in the eye, smile, and greet us properly when entering a room stands out of the crowd. It seems these people carry with them the elegance and grace of another time, and we are always thankful for our contact with them. Common courtesy is a small gesture that makes a big difference.

An essential component of common courtesy is awareness and common sense—looking outside yourself to see when someone needs help or acknowledgment. As a courteous person, you are aware that you are walking into a room full of people or that your waiter has arrived to take your order. Then, awareness leads to action. It is usually quite clear what needs to be done—open the door for the woman holding the baby, move your car up two feet so another person can park behind you, acknowledge your sister’s shy boyfriend with a smile and some conversation, apologize if you bump into someone. A third component is to give courtesy freely, without expecting anything in return. People may not even take notice, much less return the kindness, but you can take heart in the fact that you are creating the kind of world you want to live in with your actions.

When you are out in the world, remember to be aware of others, lend your hand when one is needed, and give this help without an ulterior motive. Through these small actions, you make this world a better place in which to live.

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Wasn’t that lovely, and yet so very true?! 

Sadly, there is ONE thing I take issue with – the fact that they call it “Common Courtesy.”  Courtesy is anything but COMMON!

It is that rare jewel we are pleasantly surprised by — often times when we need it most — and sometimes when we are least deserving.  We stumble upon it if we are lucky enough to be graced by someone who gently wields it, or if we are aware of our surroundings, looking into the world with hope and gratitude.

Like they say “What goes around, comes around.”  This weekend, my pretty people, I’d like to challenge you to become a commoner .  Yep – me – Ms. Cheevious – the very essence of all things uncommon – is asking each and everyone of you  to become a purveyor of “common” courtesy – and do so with grace, kindness and an overall positive attitude.  I promise, if you bestow just one small gesture of kindness upon a perfect stranger, you will shine like no other, and be nothing less than uncommon and priceless.

Have a beautifully common weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Ms. Behavin’ or Ms. Cheevious?

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Well – Okay – I am a little schizophrenic I suppose.  One minute I am definitely misbehaving and the next I am feeling exceptionally mischievous.  It begs the question: Is there really a difference?  I have soooo been dabbling in some excessively frivolous activities, that’s for sure.  A week ago Sunday was Mother’s Day.  Oh! 

On a side note – here’s a SHOUT to all my hot mommy readers out there.  You ROCK. 

But after a lovely brunch, M.C. Nugget took me to the Sagebrush Cantina.  I went last summer with him as well, and I tell ya – there was some MISBEHAVIN’ ‘ going on for sure! 

This time around, it seems we hardly even scratched the surface of being MISCHIEVOUS.  I was too preoccupied to be my old fun self.  M. C’s attorney friend was there, and I had to give him a hard time about his philosophies on tipping – namely to hard-working single moms – which is a subject dear to my heart.  Mr. Attorney doesn’t think he should “have” to tip more because some lady decided to get pregnant out of wedlock, or get divorced, or whatever.  I know.  Simple minded.  It’s his prerogative to not tip more, true, but his reasoning was asinine.  Believe me, I could have spent all day giving him other sides of the coin — things like “what about the moms that are deserted?”  — or whatever.  It didn’t warrant the energy, however.  Another time perhaps. 

This post is extremely short, however, because:

1.  I have been crazy busy over the last three weeks. 

2.  It isn’t going to let up any time real soon, because I scrambled all last week to fly to Chicago.  That’s right. Chi-town.  Randomesq (a very bright and witty blogger friend) and I were all set for a reunion of sorts.  A client of mine is holding a conference for the second May in a row, and last year Random and I met for the first time, after “meeting” on the blogosphere, for dinner and drinks.  It was divine.  I said it then and I’ll say it again, “That Randomesq is a real lady killer.” Last minute changes to my flight, however, prevented our getting together.  Sniff Sniff.

3. I am now sitting in Chicago, about to attend the conference Day 2, and have had my fill of Twittering for them. (Is it possible for me to get sick of technology, I ask??) I don’t know how some of these social media companies do that.  It is really exhausting!

Okay lovely ladies and gorgeous gentlemen, it’s time for me to fly. No pun intended.  Tomorrow M.C. and I fly back to Los Angeles.  Off to a crazy fun Memorial Day weekend! 

I will try to send up a smoke signal again!  If not, I’ll get back on track next week and fill you in on my exciting adventures at 1) the Bad Girls party, 2) a fabulous celebrity party thrown by my celebrity friends, and 3) all those other fun little things I have been doing to warrant the new nickname: Ms. Behavin.

Have a WONDERFUL weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhuuuuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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