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Who’s The Boss Now?

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A few weeks ago, my man (now revealed to the whole world, at long last, as the famous rapper, M. C. Nugget) and I went to see Bruce Springsteen in concert at the LA Sports Arena. 

It was my first time seeing The Boss live.  What can I say?  He IS the Boss – and I was a Boss virgin. 

Prior to the show I remembered that back in my MTV production and Super Bowl half-time show days, I interacted with a member of the E Street Band, named Nils Lofgren.  I was working the CBS Superbowl Bash, and managed to score he and his wife box seats for the game.  He gave me a cd of his, and told me if he could ever return the favor to let him know.  I wasn’t a die-hard Bruce fan, and had never really gotten into the music, so I never gave it another thought — not until I mentioned it in passing to McNug, that is.  Nuggie is THE BIGGEST Springsteen fan on the planet. 

So, I retraced my steps back in time and somehow managed to get in touch with Nils, who happily got us band seats at face value, and threw in free passes to the “E Street Lounge.”  Don’t get too excited.  The “lounge” was actually a large empty room, with a bar and a bartender in it. Drinks were NOT on the house, and there was nowhere to sit.  What we thought would be back-stage hob-nobbing, was more like a scene where we “unimportant” folk stared blankly at each other, wondering how we ended up in this thrown together pup-tent. Pfuhhhh!! 

Okay, at first I was shocked and somewhat disappointed.  Imagine my surprise when I walked in, thinking we’d be getting some sort of special treatment, at least comparable to BOX SEATS at the SUPER BOWL in NEW ORLEANS, and there we were in Sports Arena wasteland?  To top it off, the drinks were tiny, and ten bucks each. But, true to form, McNug and I made the best of it.  We found an ATM (of course, all vendors accepted cash only), had some drinks, grabbed some grub and found our way to our fantastic seats – SECOND ROW, stage left! They were AWESOME.

And after hearing from others in the industry who frequently get special passes to the Boss shows, there was really no special treatment to be had.  What we got – the good tickets and the E Street Lounge – was IT.  So in the end, we felt sufficiently special.  And I tell ya – those rappers – they are HARD to please.  So I suppose I staged a MAJOR ku in that case.

I snapped a few shots of MC and Bruce for everyone – just to show how great our seats really were.

The Boss

Boss-Crowd

M C Nugget

I don’t know who was trying to grab Nuggie there, but it was a feeding frenzy as soon as we took our seats.  Concert officials almost asked us to leave because he was stealing all the attention away from Bruce. HA!  Just kidding, of course!

That night I realized what a truly special guy M.C. is.  He could have complained about the “Lounge,” especially given what kind of star treatment he is accustomed to – and I am not just joking here.  Let’s not forget, all kidding aside, that the REAL guy I date has done some incredible things in entertainment, and been treated pretty special.  But he was so great, and we had – as always – a really FANTASTIC time.

Gotta run kiddies.  I’m off to the start of a crazy week of incredible adventures. MC Nugget and I are attending the infamous annual Half-a-Ween party this weekend, where we’re sure to resurrect our sexy pirate costumes!  Ahoy Mateys! Arrrrghhhh! Then we celebrate his birthday on Cinco de Mayo, and next weekend we have celebrity parties to attend, and – well, the list goes on.  Try and keep up.

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The Big Reveal

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Here it is folks!

You are FINALLY being treated to the real and true identity of my boyfriend!

Watch and learn!

If you can’t view the screen above, go here:
The Big Reveal

Tune in next week when I actually dish on my Boss (Springsteen) experience! 

Love you people! Mmmmmphhhuhhhh!

xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious

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Enchanted Ms. Cheevious

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My peeps and I stopped by some cool places on Saturday night in Albuquerque, New Mexico (of all places). 

They call New Mexico the “Land of Enchantment.”  I have never been so sure what they meant by that –  and who are “they” anyway?  I grew up in New Mexico, and I never felt that enchanted.  From as early as I could articulate it, I insisted on living elsewhere.  I’m not trying to come down on the place, I swear.  I know, there are many merits to living in the high desert, I’m sure.  The skies are blue, the air is clean, the mountains and plains are breathtakingly beautiful at times, yada yada. 

I guess it just never grew on me.  At the age of ten, I begged my mom to let me move to Pontiac, Illinois to live with my grandmother.  For some reason I saw more chance of excitement in Small Town USA  then I hoped for in The Land of Entrapment (a name created by those of us who lived there our entire lives).  But my mom (of course) would have none of it. You were trapped there because you either wanted to be there, or because, well, for some reason you just couldn’t seem to get outta Dodge.

So, this past weekend, Fred the Wonder Chicken and I ventured out to the desert to pay a much needed visit to my beautiful mother, Nereide Frances Padalino (her real name).  She had a stroke last year, and is still in rehab, recovering.  I was a little sketchy on traveling back to town on my own, because, well – for one thing, the last few times I’ve gone, the accommodations were not all that comfortable (I couldn’t stay at my mom’s house, because other siblings had moved in to help out, and the places I ended up staying were either unfamiliarly uncomfortable or I froze to death – thanks Wackie – ha ha!). And for two, frankly, I’ve lost touch with most of the friends I knew growing up, or they moved away long ago, so there was rarely much to do on visits with my mom out of the social picture. The remaining sisters and brothers in town were all leading their own busy lives, and it just always seemed to be an exhausting prospect to have one – more – sibling come to visit, than it was an occasion to get out and do things.

This time was different.  FWC and I stayed with my girl Prissy and her dog Skimpy.  If you are new to my blogs, welcome!  I am so glad to have you!  But you should know that everyone here, aside from me, has an alias, even “Prissy’s” dog!  I’m all about protecting the identities of those I write about! 

Prissy and Skimpy live in a beautiful loft-style condo overlooking the sprawling beauty of Albuquerque.  It is most beautiful at night, when the view of the city lights is unparalelled. 

We arrived to town, and here is what we did and where we went:

Wii Bowling. On Friday night, after dining someplace nice, FWC and I unloaded our bags at Prissy’s only to find she had just bought and installed the Wii in her living room, with her big screen plasma tv.  BONUS!  We played Wii Bowling and drank wine and tequila (FWC and Prissy drank the tequila – I couldn’t stand the stuff) until 3 o’clock in the morning.   

Zinc Cellar Bar.  On Saturday, FWC and I tooled around after visiting my mom.  We bought ourselves some tasty cigars (mine was White Chocolate Truffle Irish Cream flavored!  ha ha!), and then got ready for our big Saturday night.  We started at Zinc Cellar Bar.  This place was cool!  The upstairs housed its fine-dining restaurant, while the basement – the Cellar Bar – was a venue for some of the southwest’s greatest eclectic bluesy musicians.  It was also the setting for FWC’s first introduction to my crazy, zany family.  What a fun evening that was.  We drank wine, shared appetizers and listened for a moment to the blues band they brought in for the night.  Of course, FWC was a hit with everyone.  They all wanted to touch his feathers (HA). When everyone else left, FWC, Prissy, my brother Odee (named after the cool purse company he has – Odechala – where they make purses out of very cool cigar boxes) and his adult son (my nephew) determined we were not quite done for the evening.  So we moved on to the next happenin’ spot. 

Below are some of the family, with FWC sandwiched in.  Prissy is at the forefront, then my little nephew, me, FWC, and my brother Odee.

Ms. Cheevious, Family & FWC

Here is a nice shot of the Cellar Bar:

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Imbibe.  We didn’t want our evening to end so early, and we certainly didn’t want our brand new cigars to go to waste, so we walked next door to the popular cigar bar, Imbibe.  It had a really cool atmosphere, and big screen tv’s so we could watch the final four games that were on that night.  We sat at the bar, sipped cognac and B&B, smoked our yummy cigars, and hob-nobbed with the rest of Albuuquerque’s elite. 

 The outside of Imbibe, shown below – shows what is very common architecture in this part of town called Nob Hill.  It is a traditional Southwest adobe, with some neon accents:

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Here is one side of the bar at Imbibe (there are two rooms).  I never realized how the inside of the building is kinda cigar shaped!

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I have to say, it was FUN, and dare I say it?  I left Albuquerque feeling just a little enchanted.  Yup.  Me. 

Just goes to show, perceptions and feelings – no matter how strong – are not always accurate, nor are they permanent. 

Stay tuned next week kiddies, when I bring you some news from the glitzy side of life in Hollywood.  I’ll be dishing on my backstage frolicking at my first ever Bruce Springsteen concert.  The Boss can’t have any idea what’s in store!  Hee hee!

Have a sunny and spring-ish weekend everyone! 

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Characters of Venice Beach

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I wanted to take you to Venice Beach, California and introduce you to some of the very interesting people I’ve met along the boardwalk over the past year.  One in particular, I can’t remember his name, but he did this thing with a knotted cloth or rope, where he would close his eyes and swing it around, standing perfectly still – almost like a lasso-artist (if there is such a thing).  When I decided to introduce myself and inquire about his deal, he informed me that he closed his eyes so he could meet his “friend” and do battle together.  They were practicing what he called Vector Dynamics.  Let me say, I looked that up.  It’s real.  Well, Vector Dynamics is.  I don’t know what goes on in that guy’s head, and just how real THAT is.  I can’t speak to that issue!  Ha! Ha! I thought by the way the guy was talking he seemed off-the-charts intelligent.  He was.  He said most people in his life, professors and family had told him he was a genius.  He was also schizophrenic – and since he didn’t have an actual residence, was unable to get medication at the free clinic on the beach.  Sad.

When Fred and I walked the boardwalk yesterday, we couldn’t find Vector guy, but we found plenty of other interesting folks.  And here is my summary:

 1.  Venice Beach is way cool.  I am not cool enough for that place.

2.   You will notice, and I hate that I feel compelled to say this, but uhm – I dressed down for this – okay?  No glam stuff here.  As a matter of fact, you may not even recognize me.  HA!  But it was fun.

3. Watch it for yourself, and give us YOUR summary, why don’t you? 

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After viewing this, I hope you can go out there and have a TOTALLY COOL weekend boys and girls! I am off to Albuquerque, New Mexico for yet another adventure!

Love you people!   Mmmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The People You Meet

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A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned in my post “Fashion Over Saturation” that I had breakfast at a cool, trendy place in West Los Angeles called Food.

I met a grandpa sort of guy there, sitting next to me at the bar.  I like to sit at the bar in those types of places.  You never know who you’ll meet.  It also makes for an excellent inside view into the inner-workings of the restaurant.  You wouldn’t believe what goes on. 

As soon as I sat down with my Financial Times, Weekend Edition, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Grandpa was ogling it, enviously.  It was hard to miss. I couldn’t help but notice him trying to read the orange rag from his seat.  I had two editions, actually, stacked on top of each other.

“Are those your papers?” He finally asked. He must have realized he was far too obvious. 

“Yes, they are. If you’d like, you can read this one,” I said motioning to the week-old issue, “I’m pretty much finished with it.”

“Well, that’s the old one,” he said, obviously disappointed. 

“Well, yes it is,” I agreed, “Sorry.  If I finish it while I’m here, you’re welcome to it.” 

That began a brief relationship that lasted, oh, about an hour or so – over the course of which, we commented on the economy, the stimulus package (I learned this old Jewish grandpa was a conservative, and in addition to asking for my fax number to send me an article written by Michelle Malkin on the stimulus, also wanted to know my blog address, so he could check it out), and I learned that he was the proud grandpa of some very industrious kids. 

His grand-daughter Coco wanted to buy herself a horse, and in order to do so, decided to sell the eggs that her chickens were laying on a daily basis.  She made a real business out of this.  She sells to neighbors and nearby markets, and had to turn down an order from a five star restaurant in the area, because she just couldn’t boost her production!  It’s based out of Sonoma County, California and it’s called Coco’s Cluckers. 

Coco's Cluckers

 

Pretty industrious, indeed.  The website, it turns out, was put together by her slightly older brother.  Check that site out!  These kids are doing things you and I never dreamed of at eight and ten years old! 

What a cool world we live in!

It occurred to me today, that I may have never been graced with such ingenuity, had I not been willing to 1) go to a restaurant by myself (something that actually bothers some women I know); 2) sit at the bar next to a somewhat odd looking, (interesting in my book) person; and 3) converse with this old grandpa. 

But I like people.  Not only that, I like all kinds of people – old, fat, skinny, messy, dressed-to-the-nines, and uptight kinds of people. I am not intimidated nor do I shy away from expanding or extending my circle just a little more, to include a quirky old grandpa, and his precocious little grand kids. 

Pretty cool that I met him, and was subsequently encouraged that our nation of youth are not all playing video games all day long, and wasting away their formative years, eh?

This week, my younger son is visiting me from New Mexico – where he lives with his dad.  He is thirteen.  He is interested in some cool things too.  He lifts weights, rides motor-cross,  snowboards, and plays the guitar and the drums. 

But I hope some of me does eventually rub off on him.  I want him to realize the value of discovering every single diverse, unique and quirky kind of person that crosses his path.

Tomorrow we are braving the wilds of Six Flags, Magic Mountain.  I’m sure we’ll have our chance to extend our circles there!

Have a fantastic weekend everyone!  And please – really DO enjoy every person, and every moment! 

Stay tuned next week, when I dish on life in Venice Beach!  If I am feeling really “industrious” like Coco, maybe I’ll even shoot some video for you!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Beach Bar Bouncing

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This week I’m gonna’ give you a little somethin’ somethin’ to help launch you – full board – into Spring.

Fred the Wonder Chicken had a friend in town from Pennsylvania last week.  That guy is one big FUN event after another waiting to happen!  He was like the Ever Ready Bunny (or is it Energizer Bunny?) of good times! 

Now, I’m only telling you this, because I know some of you think I am a goodie two-shoes.  Well, I’m not.  Okay? Let me set the record straight. 

I am cool.  I am a bad ass, dancing fool.  I love to get out, flutter around the bar or restaurant, say hello to everyone, and if necessary, cause trouble.

So, guess what?  FWC, his Pennsylvania trouble making friend and I got kicked out of a bar on Saturday night.  Yup! Me, Ms. Cheevious – the Goodie Two-Shoes of Los Angeles got BOUNCED from a BEACH BAR! 

Okay, so to hear them tell it, I gotta’ say (because it sounds better), that our departure from the premises was a mutual decision between the management and our party.

But here’s the low down: 

We all know how I like to get my groove on, right?  Well, I was the one who begged to go to this particular dance club on Main Street in Santa Monica.  It just looked cool.  From the outside it looked like I could groove all night long, and love every minute of it.  But looks can obviously be deceiving. 

As the evening progressed, and I was dancing, minding my own business, having a nice little time – the music began to get progressively more difficult to dance to. It became sort of that whole “techno” music vibe. I hate techno.  I hate dancing to it. You can’t sing to it.  What is the point?  I think techno was invented to drive people crazy, and make them want to kill themselves.

So after a few songs that all sounded exactly the same, with that same stupid, annoying beat, and after I’d had a few cocktails, I approached the DJ to ask if I could request a song.  

That was the first mistake. 

He was NOT happy I was asking.  As a matter of fact, he was just plain mean about it.  To my surprise, however, he managed to growl in his cockney, British accent, “What you want to hear?” 

So – have I told you that I am blond?  Of course I have – to those of you veterans, reading this.  But to you new folks – have I told you that I’m blond?  🙂

I could be convinced to REALLY think it is something in the dye.  I’m sure there is some way for it to seep into the brain – and right at the moment when you are trying to pull up something really clever, it steals your thoughts from you.  Gone. 

Particularly on days when you’ve just had your hair done.  Saturday was one such day for me.

So, I stuttered and stammered a bit, before blurting out, “Brittany?” only to feel the urge to dodge a spit wad from the guy.  He was that kinda guy.   “NO!  I’m NOT PLAYING ANY BRITTANY!” 

Ya’d think the guy would at least have a smile on his face as he rejected me, especially since he was jabbing a sharp, steal blade into my soul with his evil eyes.  But no.  This guy was ANGRY. 

So, of course I thought I just had to do better.  So, what did I suggest?  “Madonna?” 

That was the second mistake.

Can you  BLAME ME?  I am BLOND, I had some drinks, and in trying to be COOL for the COOL BRITISH BLAH BLAH DJ, I was just pulling up anyone out there that I knew had a new album out! 

“I’M NOT PLAYING MADONNA!  NO! GET OUT OF HERE.  GO AWAAYYY.” 

So, have you ever seen a baby deer – a doe, freeze in front of a car?   You know how they get those big saucer eyes? 

Well, that was me, after being punished by the DJ.  Only my eyes welled up with tears to boot.  HA HA!  What a wimp! 

I moped back over to our little corner, and immediately Fred the Wonder Chicken knew something was wrong.  I told him what had happened, and before I could say anything he jumped up to go tell that guy how to talk to a lady.  My hero! Awe!  Ummmy, yummmmy!!!

I suppose push came to shove, (not literally), but FWC – after calling the guy a “DICK” or something of the sort – asked to speak to the manager.  Guess what?  The DJ just so happened to be the manager.

So, as we were leaving, with a couple of nicely dressed bouncers kindly walking alongside us, we made sure to say how sorry we were that they had to work for that DJ – and as FWC put it, “Such a DICK.”  One of the bouncers said to me, “Tell me about it.” 

So, I got bounced from a bar – but have a great story to tell because of it!

I hope you all get out there this Spring, get your grooves on, and get bounced from a beach bar as well!  Ha ha – Jussssst kidddddding!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmmpphhuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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