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If I were a drag queen

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IF I WERE A DRAG QUEEN

 

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I was talking to a friend Aaron the other day, reminiscing about some good times (times when we rocked this world working on music specials and award shows for MTV, and people gave us free stuff just because they thought we were cool). Oh wait. That still happens. Neither one of us works for MTV anymore, but you can’t erase our knack for fooling people into thinking we’re “cool.” I’m sure Aaron gets cool things like free address stickers and stuff mailed to him too, because he’s doing uber cool fashion shows for Tech-Week these days. And me? Well, YOU KNOW me.

But hey, over the years our priorities have shifted. Swear.to.god. Free address stickers and boxes of chocolates are just as cool as singing karaoke with celebrities or having access to box suites at the Kentucky Derby, the Super Bowl or other fun events.

Seriously though, he really is one of the coolest guys I know. Aaron is the guy who hired me on my first real-life television gig and regardless of the laughter and silliness, he is still one of the most highly respected men in the business. He’s legendary. He and I always joke that we should have a radio show because our hilarious telephone banter would be an immediate hit. I’m sure we’re just drunk with our own merriment, but it feels good to muse about.

The other day was no exception. Aaron was telling me one of the many funny stories from his days as a CBS paige when he was first starting out. I’ve heard most of these stories at one time or another, but I can’t be responsible to remember these things, and he has a knack for reeling me in with a new twist. Here’s how it went:

“Lisa, I worked on the lot next to where the show Solid Gold was shot. Remember Solid Gold?”

 

Oh my god. Yes! Too funny.

 

“I’ll never forget when the solid gold dancers would come filing out of their studio door.

 

LISA, they had a choreographer who had the best name for a drag queen. Her name was almost as good as Ms. Cheevious.”

HOLD UP.

WHAT?

 

Ms. Cheevious is NOT a drag queen name, Aaron!!!!!

 

“No, but think about it! It would be perfect.”

 

(pause)

 

Dammit, you’re right!

 

“But you know what her name was? Have I told you this before?”

 

Probably, but I can’t remember.

 

(pause)

(pause)

 

“You ready?” 

 

(pause)

 

“ANITA MANN.”

 

(pause)
“Say that out loud, Lisa.”

 

*laughs*

 

From CBS paige to drag queen names.

Ms. Cheevious’ name being enviable to drag queens.

These are the topics of life, people. These are the twists and turns in a conversation only possible between people like Aaron and I.

This is what I love about my life. People like Aaron.

But let me clarify this, ladies and gentlemen. If I were a drag queen…well… ANITA MANN.

I would want that to be my name.

Gay Pride March ~ Piccadilly, London

 

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Is Mardi Gras a spiritual event?

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IS MARDI GRAS A SPIRITUAL EVENT?

 

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I’ll never forget my first trip to New Orleans. I was working in my dream job, working behind the scenes on music specials – this time for the Super Bowl and for MTV’s Mardi Gras in February of 2002. The Tragedy of 9-1-1 and the Twin Towers was still raw and horrific on everyone’s mind. Things plugged along, but major events were cancelled and/or rescheduled…people changed their lives completely… our country was mourning. That year the Super Bowl (with the Secret Service as our security team) took place in New Orleans on the Sunday just before Fat Tuesday. Fat Tuesday is the last day of Carnival  and it ends at midnight that night (Mardi Gras). At least I think that’s how it goes. It doesn’t really matter. Mardi Gras is basically the biggest excuse for a crazed-mofo-drunk-party-fest that I’ve ever seen in my life.

My friends and I did our fair share of mofo-drunk-partying in the French Quarter, to be sure. But believe it or not I never ONCE flashed my boobies to any single person just to get those beaded necklaces. PFFF. Puh-leaze. Not like that. I got my share of beads alright, but I’m saving that story for the memoir…

Anyway — I was amazed by the elaborate, sexy costumes and floats, and the exotic festivities during Mardi Gras. I determined then and there I would go back one day. And I’m still waiting. But when I do go, I have it all figured out. What I want to look like, that is. I’ve always loved the costume I wore when Nuggie and I first met and went to Vegas over Halloween with my best girlfriend. We all rocked our pirate costumes (which we got at some place called Mr. Costumes or something). I will probably do something different, of course, but this was and is still a fun one:

Beware the Pirate Queen
Beware the Pirate Queen

 

Speaking of… did you know that it’s a spiritual event? Mardi Gras, that is. Yes… Yep… yep, it is.

Okay… it’s a rash of debauchery leading UP to a spiritual event – one LENT. Lent is a Catholic thing. It’s the season of penance beginning on Ash Wednesday, when all good Catholic people refrain from eating or drinking anything yummy, and from doing anything fun for a lonnnnnnng time. And prior to the start of this most pious of times is Carnival (a celebration) which starts on January 6, the Twelfth Night (feast of the Epiphany), and picks up speed until midnight on Mardi Gras, the day before Ash Wednesday (at least in New Orleans). It’s true. I got all the info from this nifty little New Orleans Mardi Gras website.

I don’t recall learning this in Catholic school, and I’m a sort of angry about it. I would have enjoyed dressing up every day, partying it up until midnight the night before Lent (even if I only was six years old… I could’ve had milk and cookies before bed – like nightly). I was especially upset after having suffered through a good many Lents myself. Every year I dreaded what was coming: the boredom and nodding off during the Stations of the Cross (our school went to this every week), while a Priest who seemed to hate his job fumbled to read the material aloud as slowly as humanly possible. Oh the horror. If I’d known about partying until Ash Wednesday, our entire universe might be different now. You and I could be living in completely different places and know all kinds of famous people… hell…maybe BE famous! And who knows? My lack of celebrating Carnival prior to Lent may be the very reason we do not know world peace today!

I am so…so… so sorry.

In case you plan to go to New Orleans this year (f you do, bring me back an elaborate Mardi Gras mask would you?), I’ve found a schedule of parades and other events here for you. While you’re at it have a King Cake and some Shrimp Étouffée (I can’t handle the crawfish kind) for me.

Oh – and laissez les bons temps rouler! (That’s “let the good times roll” for you New Orleans newbies or non-Frenchies).

See you next time…

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Lingerie Football League – To Tryout or Not

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You may recall that my man and I were able to catch the Lingerie Football League Superbowl game in Miami, while there for the actual NFL Superbowl. I talked about it in the post “SAINTS Bitch!” and if you are a “friend” on Facebook, you saw the photos from the game.  I said then, and I meant it, that I would love to play for the Los Angeles Temptation.  I am a HUGE football fan, and exceptionally athletic.  I think it would be an absolute BLAST.

Well, kiddos… that opportunity is about to present itself.  I just found out last Saturday that the LFL is hosting open tryouts this coming Saturday, the 24th (I know, not much notice… it’s a good thing I am athletic and try to stay fit year round)!

So, the only thing that concerned me, is that like they do on American Idol – the LFL may have an age limit – or at least an unwritten one.  I contacted them, and they said there is no age limit.  But they may want to portray an image of only the hottest, youngest chicks – which I wouldn’t blame them for.  But I am leaving it to you people to tell me your thoughts.  I still may choose to simply watch the tryouts this year, and make a decision to try out next year – but the biological clock is tickin’ if ya know whatta mean… So, I am wondering if you all think I should just GO for it?

The questionnaire / application asks us what we’ve done – sports-wise – and I’ve done plenty.  Except, of course, play football. I’ve figure skated, run track, weight trained (body building), rock climbed (the real kind, more than once a week), and practiced yoga and pilates for several years.  But still.  I do NOT want to show up at the try outs and have them raise their eyebrows, snicker and tell me to forget it.

Also – they ask the new recruits to bring a photo to leave behind.  I will probably take one that looks more like one of the LINGERIE FOOTBALL players – in my sports bra and workout shorts, but here are a few of me in similar attire to give you an idea.  You tell me what you think. Should I be wise and just WATCH try outs this year?  Or should I GO FOR IT?

As a Naughty Police Officer

I don’t compare in any way shape or form to the lady in the photo above, who’s abs could cut through steel. But I try.

 

Bikini Clad

That’s it for now my beautiful little blog-ites.  Stay tuned next week for my decision, and the subsequent videos / pics to go along (if I do it).

Have a fantastic rest of your week boys and girls!

Love you people! Mmmmmmpppphhhuuuuhhhh!!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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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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