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Okay Okay – Have a Slice of Big Apple Pie

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Oh. My. Gawd. 

I have had this weird, creepy sickness for the last three weeks, and it is trying to eat away at me! 

I’m not kidding.

Well, okay. Not really.  But I sort of wish it were true. Then I’d be thinner, and we all know that losing weight is the bonus we get for being sick. But no dice.  I’ve not experienced anything similar, ever.  Well – maybe the time when I had mono-nucleosis and had to spit into tissues, because my throat closed up so tight that I couldn’t even swallow my own saliva.  Sad. 

But it’s been THAT long people!  That was like thirty years ago!  Helloooooo!

So, I finally got past all of the ailments that were bringing me down.  Finally. I think. (whew).

And now – drum roll – I am ready to dish on New York City like it should be dished upon (or on, or, er… you get the point).

But first a little segue (ha ha).  I have to beg you incessantly for something.  You see, these little “dishes” I post can take quite a bit of time.  Some are simpler than others to post, when I can easily write about something and just press that great little “publish” button.  But if I add photos or videos, it can be exceptionally time consuming.  The photos have to be doctored up to hide my peeps’ identity and all, and I must save them in a certain format.  It takes some serious strategic planning on my part.  I have to have my camera with me, and take pictures that can be used on the blog.  I feel like a quarter back in the NFL.  All those strategic moves for one purpose. Only I’m not paid as much.

But this is how a blog is done… at least in my world.

So, here’s what I would LOVE this week:  I’ll pick the topics from my little BIG APPLE SNAPSHOT post, and give you more details and photos. 

If you like it?  Then PLEASE post a comment. If you don’t like it?  Then PLEASE post a comment! 

Think of it this way: If you leave a comment, it’s sort of like a tip.  Think of my posts here as a perfectly crafted carmel machiato, or vanilla latte (or PUMPKIN for some of you holiday beverage drinkers).  You know how you go to the same coffee bar every morning, and order the same coffee beverage?  And, you know how you don’t leave a tip every single time, especially these days? (Oh, you know it’s true)  Things are tight.  So, every few times you get that coffee, you leave a dollar or more tip, even if your drink was only three or four bucks.  You do it to make up for the multiple times those barristas have served you, and you didn’t tip them. 

That’s what I’m talkin’ about.  My blog is your daily (or, well, weekly) coffee beverage, and I am that hard working barista!  Every few times you gotta leave a comment – er – tip.  Okay now? 

Now onto my NY details. FINALLY!

As I mentioned a few weeks ago, we met M.C.’s lovely friend Michael Rose, and his partner David Morgan for coffee… They were in town from London producing the play “A Steady Rain” – starring Hugh Jackman and Daniel Craig.  They provided fabulous seats and party admittance to M.C. and moi.

As you know if you are not a newbie, we attended the play.  (Again – no – we were not in the audience where the cell phone went  off, and Hugh, staying in character and in Chicago accent, asked the person to answer the phone. Go here, to see it if you’d like). 

We loved it immensely and galivanted off to the party.  It was (insert double dots over the “u”) uber  fabulous – but I forgot to get pictures with Hugh and Daniel, or any  of the famous celebrities in attendance that night.  I’d even SPOKEN on the PHONE to my friend Maven (a regular poster here in Ms. Cheevious-land) and she gave me the idea to shoot pictures “from the hip” so I could score pics for you all to see, but not look like a star stalker. What can I say, people?  LAME-O.  But – I must say we had fun, regardless!

Below is a complete NYC gallery – including the stars that were around that night.  Everyone from Liev Schreiber, Naomi Watts, Jerry Seinfeld, Matthew Broderick, Ellen Barkin and so many more!  Oh – and let’s not forget MY MAN, M.C. NUGGET!  HA! There are also pics of me and my peeps.  We got to spend some fun times with my girl G-Love and some of my gal pals from Aspen, as well as our friend Ricky and another friend of M.C.’s. 

**Not everyone from our trip made it into the gallery.. but they are in my heart 🙂 (oh my god, kill me now).
**Also – some pictures are just not that big – or clear.  You can click on each one to see them a little better, however. 

I think you all may know the rest – that I got horribly sick the rest of the trip – that I have continued to be sick off and on since I’ve been back (three weeks now) – and that despite my ailments it was a FANTASTIC trip.  And despite my coughing and sniffling and tummy aches, I have decided ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.  Plus, I am so lucky to have a fun, handsome, sexy man like M.C. Nugget in my life.  Nuggie took good care of me. Even when he didn’t want to (hee hee).  Many great memories people. That’s what it’s all about.

I am sorry this took me sooooo long to get out to you.  I’ll be prompt and on time next week, when I dish about some of the other happenings in and around Hollywood! 

Have an eventful, fun and exciting weekend everyone! No matter what you end up doing!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Million Dollar Diva

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Okay – so I went to my favorite nail salon in Santa Monica last Saturday. It’s called Main Attraction and it’s located along Main Street nestled among all the other cute shops, bistros and boutiques.

I walked in for a much needed mani/pedi, and immediately heard a familiar voice. It took me a while to figure it out, but just a few feet away from me sat Patti Stanger of the Bravo TV show, Millionaire Matchmaker.  The premise of the show is that Patti owns and operates a high profile dating service, where she introduces successful bachelors to their supposed “dream girl.” 

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This is a GOOD picture of Patti.

Anyone who’s watched the show knows what I’m talking about when I say that Patti has a distinct voice, with a very – um – distinct – to put it nicely – personality.  This is no surprise.  In fact, I am sure part of the reason that she has her own show is because of her demanding, whining, and in-your-face antics, and subsequently, the drama she creates in her own life and business. And she really does do this in real life, people!  I am witness to the fact that her diva – bitchy antics are NOT a performance for the cameras.

It’s all about the drama, believe me.  Watch reality tv much?  Those tv producers eat it up, because the public eats it up.  Kinda sad.

Kinda.

And with that, my lovely boys and girls, I’m here to say that I, Ms. Cheevious, am not one to disappoint! I’ve got some drama to report on Ms. Stanger that I just know you’ll eat up! And I can’t wait for the new readers to poor in as a result!  Hey – I have “ratings” too, even if they are Internet ratings. 

If you are new here – hellOOOOOO there dahling! We’ve been waiting for you!  Well, sort of.  Okay, not at all, but geez it sure seems like it!  We’re glad to have you, nonetheless! 

Something you will notice in my posts is that most everyone here has an “alias” – that is, an alter ego or an “a.k.a” persona so that their true identities remain classified and protected.  This way, I can serve up the really juicy stuff without embarrassing my peeps. 

BUT (and you knew there would be a but) as I said in an earlier post “Goose Hunting on the Farm,”

‘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?’

So there you have it! 

And my friends, Ms. Stanger is about to be sold out. Exposed. Undressed (not! ewwww) and well – okay – truth be told, she’s pretty much just getting validation for her already WHINY, ANNOYING television  (which is also her real life) personality. 

So, back to my story. 

The folks at the Main Attraction nail spa are lovely people.  They provide a manicure and spa (massage chair) pedicure for $18.00.  That’s just EIGHTEEN BUCKS to scrub and slough off the dead skin from your (and I mean “your” in the nicest general sense, I swear) stinky, flaky and god-knows-what-kind-of-disease-ridden feet.  Not to mention clipping, filing, polishing and making those pudgy little toes look sort of normal and cute.  Then they put a second person there to take care of your nails at the same time, so you don’t have to wait.  Think this is normal?  Should we expect this?  Try getting the same service at the same price in Aspen, Colorado, or Grand Junction, Glenwood Springs, Denver, Albuquerque, or countless other places in this country, for that matter!  These people work all day long, for about ten to twelve hours a day.  They are Asian, which means it is part of their culture to be polite and proper.  True, they may be cursing you in Vietnamese or their mother tongue (especially if you are rude and arrogant), but they smile all the while, and hey – ignorance is bliss – un-kay?

So, anyway, I was JUST about to do the unthinkable and walk over to the DIVA, because I figured we sort of have some similarities in the way we present ourselves.  I know, she is whiny and demanding (not at all like me) – willing to do anything to be successful in business (again, not at all like me).  But I admit, I am a shameless attention-monger who loves to tell stories and isn’t afraid of divulging some of the more private parts of my life, as long as it involves getting a good laugh.

So, my first thought was, ‘We are both a little edgy, and probably a little misunderstood.  I’ll just mosey on over and tell her I’ve seen her show, and liked it.”

But then I thought differently, (and now I’m so glad I did), because I realized there was a good chance – given Ms. Diva’s persona – that I’d be greeted with cold, harsh arrogance.  And it was Saturday.  I wasn’t in the mood for cold, harsh arrogance. 

Then she did it.  Not once – but twice.  She went all DIVA up in my face, and in the faces of all the hard-working people at the salon, not to mention the clientele.

In the first incident, she frantically yelled out across the salon (while we innocent bystanders were trying to enjoy a peaceful, leisurely experience) in her hysterical, high pitched voice – for all to hear, “Excuse me!  Excuse me!  EXCUSE ME!!!  What’s his name? What’s his NAME?” motioning to the guy who runs the salon. 

The guy came over to assist her and she insisted loudly, “Didn’t I ask for extensions?” as she held her fingers up – spread eagle in the air for him to see.  Then she wagged one of her fingers. I knew right away that she wanted them to lengthen just one of her nails. I’d had it done once before.

“Oh, that’s right,” the manager said, and he proceeded to direct the technician accordingly.

Millionaire DIVA rolled her eyes in the size and circumference of a basketball and said in her nasally voice, “WHYYYY do we ALWAYS go THROUGH this? Isn’t there SOME way I don’t have to go through this Every – Single – TIME?” 

The manager started to answer, and as if to trump anything he had to say, she interrupted, squealing threateningly, “I TRIED to tell him what I wanted, and HE. ARGUED. WITH. ME!”

I’m not sure what came of that first situation.  I’m sorry.  I think I blacked out, but in all fairness, I was pretty busy saying my ohm’s and practicing my deep breathing exercises, trying to forget she was there.  As it was, she already stood a good chance of either completely ruining my day, or at least making the salon workers so flustered, it would certainly ruin THEIR day!  Not to mention the fact that there wouldn’t be a good manicure or pedicure to be had in the place. Everyone would be so nervous, there’d be red nail polish running amuk on my toes.  Things were looking pretty grim.

But it seemed to settle for a bit after that.  I sent out a few Tweets about the girl’s DIVA antics, texted a few of my peeps, who proceeded to call and dish with me about it, and settled into my massage chair. I actually thought maybe she’d left, when the second incident occurred.  My eyes were closed and rolled back into my head during an ultra relaxing shiatsu chair massage, when the bliss was shattered. 

She screeched, “EXCUSE ME!” and about six spa staff members came running to her. “Excuse me!”

“She just HIT me.” she said motioning to – believe it or not – another CUSTOMER!!!

“I was walking! And she RAN into my FINGER!” she shouted at the manager.

It was obvious to me what had happened.  She’d apparently gotten up clumsily from her chair (she is no small figure), collided with the lady, and – you guessed it – ran right into the woman’s bag with her newly “extended” finger nail.  Then she proceeded to scream at the staff for all to hear, as if somehow they hadn’t protected her from her own clumsiness.

I felt so bad for the folks at Main Attraction.  Here was this woman with a bit of notariety, and I’m sure they wanted to make a good impression, but there was no pleasing her.  She was a cancer!  A bad seed!  Rosemary’s baby! Ha!

After I was done, I was taken to sit in an area where everyone dries their nails – and there she was.  She had two people with her, I think, and everything was all about her.  Have you ever been around a TRUE BITCHY DIVA?  It is ALWAYS about them.  They have no awareness that anyone else could possibly have needs.  And even if they do, everyone else’s needs certainly don’t outweigh the DIVA’s.

As I sat their getting her negativity and bad energy crammed into my personal space, and as she jumped from one topic to about twenty within one sentence, I decided she just had to be on something – like CRACK.  After all, how could anyone embarrass themself so much and be so utterly unaware? 

Well – I guess they can. 

I gotta’ tell ya.  In the end, it didn’t really ruin my day.  I decided that I was extremely fortunate to be in that place at that time.  That stuff hardly ever just happens!  These situations never just come into my life!  I’m telling you!  You can’t make that sh*t up! But it did happen, and it happened while I was there!  And thank GOD. How else would I be able to serve up this great little dish?  This potentially horrible day at the salon turned into a very good fortune for me.  So, as usual people, I was given lemons, and made lemonade! HA!

I did go up to the manager of the salon and tell him I was going to write about this, and that there was no excuse for her actions.  He thanked me and said, “you know, people with that kind of bad energy just won’t go very far or live very long.”

And that’s it for now my beauties!  Tune in next week.  I’m sure something juicy will land square in the center of my lap again, and you KNOW I will share it with you.

Have a fabulously sunny weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Ms. Cheevious En Masse

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Apologies to my email subscribers in advance, for this extra post.  I know it only adds to the increasing number of unimportant emails in your inboxes, but I promise I would NOT have sent this if I didn’t think you might want to know about this.

It’s finally happened people. Ms. Cheevious has hit the internet, en masse.  I am now nestled quite comfortably within the annals of history because a great guy and incredible PR professional (and well, my – ehem – at times – zany antics), who decided to put me in his spotlight (albeit for a moment). 

Levine Breaking News, which is read by over 300,000 people worldwide, requested that I be their “FaceSpace” person a few weeks ago.  And my response was – – – what, are you KIDDING me?  Of course I said yes.  We all know how much I love the attention! So – this bonus post is for that very reason- to allow you a sneak peek into the slow but steady growth in popularity of Ms. Cheevious – and all that entails, of course — wah ha ha ha. 

Please go and subscribe to the LBN E-lert, if you are so inclined.  It’s actually a fantastic news source (hellooooo? they found me and saw the news potential, didn’t they?), and it offers some great hollywood tidbits as well.  I’d also like you to subscribe as a gesture of good will toward Mr. Michael Levine who saw the potential in my little blog (and the book that began it all), for noticing MOI, and for putting it in his E-lert!! 

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1. Name: Lisa Jey DavisST-_MG_9978-closeup
 
2. Which living person do you most despise?  Phillip Garrido

3. When and where were you happiest? Right now, and right here in Los Angeles.
 
4. What is your profession? Author of the award winning memoir (Best Unpublished Manuscript NY Book Festival 2007 – as of yet, unpublished) Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood – Confessions of a Hot Mamma and the corresponding blog Ms. Cheevious – Enjoying Every Moment.
 
5. Which talent would you most like to have? Professional Poker playing so I could show muh muh muh poker face.
 
6.If you could be any fictional character, which one would you be and why?  Nell Fenwick, Dudley Doright’s dream girl.  Because every single time Dudley saved her from the clutches of Snidely Whiplash, and Snidely said “Curses! Foiled again!” Nell would throw her arms around Dudley exclaiming, “My Hero!”  Life should so simple that some good guy can rescue us from the bad guys every time. 
 
7.What is your greatest regret? I dont really have regrets because all the choices I made brought me to this place (see question 3)!
 
8. What are your favorite names? Jabba, because I am fluent in Hutt, Gwynovere because she gets to sleep with Lancelot. 
 
9. On what occasion do you lie? When it means protecting my kids. 
 
10. Email and Website: web: www.lisajeydavis.com and www.mscheevious.com (the blog)

 

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Thanks everyone!  Have a great day, and tune in later this week when I dish on the DIVA antics of the Millionaire Matchmaker!  Woo!  That girl is baaaaad!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmppphhhuuuuhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The REAL White Out

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The Scene:  Sky Bar. Mondrian Hotel. Sunset Strip. Hollywood.

Not trying to steal the thunder from the upcoming movie, White Out.  But just LOOK at this picture!  LOOK at it people! 

Have you ever in your life seen so much white-hotness in your life? This is what it is like, here in the big fishbowl that is Los Angeles, people! That’s right – the City of Angels. 

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 (Our seats for the remainder of the evening – after being moved around – were to the LEFT of this picture, at the end of the pool, under a tree! Awesome!)

Rumor had it that even RYAN SEACREST was in attendance.  Can you spot him?  HA HA.  Yep!  The place was CRAWLING with A-LISTERs I tell ya.  Ha!  (Actually, it was so packed, it is highly likely it was – but we stayed in our corner, and had the cute waitresses bring things to us.  It was the life! Ha ha!)  But rest assured, Ryan was as hot looking as everyone else, if he was there. Speaking of American Idol (ha!  shameless search engine ploy here), can you BELIEVE about Ellen DeGeneres?  I think that’s an AWESOME choice!  HA!

I have to say, though, the absolute HOTTEST couple there had to be – uh – well – hellOOOOO!  Me and my man, M. C. Nugget of course! 

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If you are new here – WELCOME! Glad to have you! But, just so you know, I don’t divulge any of my friends’ or family member’s identities here in Ms. Cheevious-land!  You can find out more about the characters I talk about on my “About This Blog” page.

But stop the presses here.  I must take a moment to compliment the Sky Bar.  We arrived early – in fact we were among the first to arrive and the last to leave.  My friend – who is the manager and was so kind to include us on the list – greeted us so warmly at the door and walked us in, letting us know we could have whatever lounge area was not already reserved.  We found that most were reserved, and if they weren’t, unless we wanted to order bottle service at $350.00 minimum, we’d have to move. 

They were so accommodating and handled things so well – they had the PERFECT guy handling the tables, and he kindly moved us from one hot spot to the next (twice moving us), until we landed at a very awesome spot under a tree with twinkle lights – pool side.  It was VERY FUN!!!

So, that’s it kids!  That’s all I got!  Sorry – but it’s now FOOTBALL SEASON! For goddssakes people! And this year, I joined Nuggie’s football pool, so I have a vested interest! 

But tune in next week for at least one of the other zany Hollywood experiences I have to dish on (Sunday football at Baja Cantina, a Hawaiian-themed wedding in Malibu, or the night at the BIKINI BAR!  WOO HOO!).  It’s a great life, people – and SOMEBODY’S got to live to tell about it – so I’m here for ya’.

Love you people!  MMMMMPPPHHHUUUHHH!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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While LA Burns: Hollywood Hobnobbing and What – NOT

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“Hollywood” events were not what they were cracked up to be last week my friends. Especially amid the turmoil happening just to the east of us Westsiders that is burning through untold acres of countryside, homes and businesses.  It’s tough to put your heart into the frivolity when that crazy stuff’s going on and you can see the flames and the mushroom cloud of smoke from several spots in Los Angeles.

 

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This was taken from Mulholland Drive by a guy named Stephen Parisi, who posted it on Facebook sometime last week. 

But last weekend’s events weren’t without their fair share of, shall I say, “interesting” incidences. Oh sure, it was awesome to participate with my client in the red carpet arrivals, and such.  I just don’t think there was the kind of PIZZAZ or glamour you’ve become accustomed to, to report or dish on it too much.  But I’ll try.

Thursday night, prior to the Daytime Emmys festivities, I attended a Public Relations Society of America – Los Angeles Chapter mixer.  Nothing glamorous there.  Sounds just like a regular old mixer right? Well, it was.

But I’d had higher hopes for the event.  I think I had in my mind I would attend, meet a few people, and then see them at the walk-through of the theater or on the red carpet. 

What in the world got into me!?  Did I REALLY think that on the eve of one of their busiest weekends, publicists for daytime television and its stars – from all across LA-LA-Land – would suddenly break away from the pandamonium to attend a PR Society networking event?  I shoulda known better.  No kiddos.  I am the only *##*)*&  moron out there “optimistsically insane” enough to think I can manipulate time, stuff my schedule so much it looks like I’ve injected it with steroids, and still smile and make nicey-nice in the process. 

Now, had it been a Daytime EMMYS publicist mixer, you bet your sweet daisy every publicist from across the UNITED STATES would have come scratching, kicking and screaming to get in.

That’s how the weekend started.  Interesting.  But the rest, along with a few highlights, went as follows:

Friday:  Publicist and Press Walk-Through at the Orpheum Theatre.

The highlight here was meeting the people – the publicity team – who were responsible for securing my credential for red carpet, as well as a very cool gal who’s the director of publicity for CBS.

Saturday: After dinner get-together with my client and friends at the bar atop the Standard Hotel, in downtown L.A.

The best part here was hanging with our friends Ricky and Lucy, and that the bar was chock-full-a-hotties – great people watching – and we (my guy, M.C. Nugget and I) met a prominent casting director, which we were both glad about! The sobering part:  We could see the FLAMES from the L.A. fires, as clear as if  they were close enough to jump the highway and burn through downtown!

Sunday: Red Carpet escort, photo ops and interviews for my client.

Lots of little tid-bits here:  1) I ran into two people (a stage manager and a talent manager) that I use to work with at MTV, VH-1 and more… Fun stuff!  2) I got to see who the new hotties of daytime tv are – male and female… and wow – they make em young these days! Ha!  3) I saw Susan Lucci up close – and yes, she is just as fabulous and fit and gorgeous in person – probably moreso – as she seems on television.  4) It was 6000 degress, so I dripped my way through media interviews.  5) I was able to get my client interviewed by a few of the outlets.  6) A harsh reality in this biz: because my client was not a presenter on the show, nor was he nominated, it was tough to get the already bogged down press to pay attention to him.  I’m sure it was largely in part to the fact it was one of the most bottlenecked, over-crowded, slow moving red carpets I have EVER worked! As a result, only one of his interviews aired online, and only a couple of the still photos showed up. But hey – it’s there in cyberspace now.  There’s no disputing that!

I know you want to hear more.  You’d like to hear about my glamorous hair and makeup, what designer I wore, yada yada.  Right?  Well, I wore a khaki business skirt that was right above my knees, a red tank top and red heels. My hair was done by MOI (that’s ME in french), and so was my makeup, which consisted of face powder, a bit of eye shadow – I think – and mascara. 

Sorry!  I know you expected SO much more!

But it was an eventful weekend, nonetheless.  Definitely replete with Hollywood Hobnobbing. 

NOT.

But this weekend it’s LABOR DAY!  YAY!  Next week we can all actually get some work done.  HA!

Speaking of next week, tune in for my dish on the White Party at Sky Bar  -M.C. and I are attending this Sunday night! 

Have a beautifully warm and breezy weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmpphhuuuhhhh!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Emmys Baby!

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Because I posted once this week already – in “Are You Ready to Rock Your Body?” – and so many of you subscribe to my posts via email, I am going to make this brief (I don’t ever want to be one of those pesky email senders that ends up in the virtual – or real – trash)!

So, it’s BACK by POPULAR DEMAND!  The Emmy Awards is back, that is.  And I am escorting one of my clients, Ricky (of Ricky & Lucy “alias” fame) down the red carpet.  Okay – it’s for the Daytime Emmys, which are airing on August 30th on the CW Network, but it’s Emmys nonetheless. 

Also, um – well – I am not attending the awards. 

Nope. 

Not this year. 

I had quite an evening last year, as evidenced by my post “Emmys Girl“.  You see, after I drank like a fish on an empty stomach, got hit on by the entire Detroit Piston’s offense (are they all on offense?), sexy danced in front of Hollywood A-listers at the TV Guide party, made an absolute fool of myself, and was accused of being a Jimmy Kimmel stalker all in one night – I decided a girl can only do that once a decade.  Especially when it’s in front of the same peeps! HA!

Here I am at the FX party at Foxtail that night – prior to my fateful and debilitating inebriation, which prompted me to tell the paparazzi at Comedy Central’s party, after all of the flashes finished, that the girl they had just photographed (me) was Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood (this of course garnered quite a few laughs) rather than what I SHOULD have said, “[My Name] – award-winning author of Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood“:

So, now, the question is:  Professional suit?  Or Cocktail Dress?

Remember, I am only escorting him down red carpet to make sure he gets interviewed by all the right media, then I will head home or wherever my little heart desires.  So, I need to remain in the background.  I do have a hot little gray satin, off-the-shoulder Nicole Miller cocktail dress that could work, though. 

What do you think?  That I wear too much Nicole Miller? HA!

And what about hair?  I am thinking straight and down, rather than up?

Okay – enough about me.  Well – it’s NEVER enough – hee hee.  But I am in Albuquerque this week, so not much to report on the current Hollywood scene.  I promise to transmit from LA-LA-Land next week, and it’ll be OUTRAGEOUSLY DELICIOUS!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmppphhuuhhhhhhh!!!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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