So they just finished airing the season premiere of What Not to Wear that they shot at Lee Lee's Valise. Becky the assistant to Cheryl Burke from Dancing With the Stars was featured and we were shop day one.
Now we hate to be shop day one as they usually use the narrative that they can't find anything. But we were lucky and Stacy and Clinton were kind enough to say nice things about our clothes. Clinton even said that he loved the print of our "New Melissa in the Military Leopard Print."
I don't know if I had previously mentioned the incident that happened while they were filming. It seems that Jo Jo McCarthy who is the stylist to Cheryl trimmed Cheryl's extensions in our back room and left the hair on the floor. The wife came back and saw it and read them the riot act! Cheryl started to shake like a tuning fork! Jo Jo was scrambling to clean everything up. What we didn't realize was that Jo Jo is Jenny Mc Carthy's sister! So Lee Lee managed to terrorize two Hollywood types for the price of one.
All in all it was a good episode for us.
At one point Becky starts to break down. You see her go off camera as she is weeping but what you don't see is the wife went to hug her and comfort her. That's what we do. She calmed down and bought a lot of stuff. All in all it was another win-win.
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Hoped to see the show but missed it...too many other things going on.
Good to hear it worked out for a win.
Drama! The important thing to remember is that when a woman turns on the waterworks it's like a sun shower, no more serious than that. Being a manly man I of course only turn on the waterworks at home when no one can see me being emotionally stirred by LOUIE.
Genuine retail therapy!
Who's that doing the Claudette Rains impersonation?
I look forward to the show. Did it air already?
Interesting. I'm pretty sure I don't get the show. I loved Cheryl Burke that first season. That skin. Other than the extension faux pas I hope she made a good impression.
Answered my own question. Forgot I had set up my DVR to record. Good show. The dresses from the shop were the best.
Congrats to you and your bride. And, on the topic of "win/win" we just got back from Vegas. I went to the sports book in Mandalay Bay to make a bet on the Brewers[they won]. My bride was w/ me as we headed to the bar just behind the sports book parlor to have a drink. These parlors have booths where you can have your own tv to focus on your game, race, etc. instead of watching the 30 screens up on the wall. As we walked by the booths, slouched down w/ a cap low over his forehead was Pete Rose. He had a hoochie mama[20 something buxom] w/ him who I think was making his bets. The only events going on @ the time were horse races and baseball games. Pete looked bloated and pale, just like many degenerate gamblers. I said, "Hello Pete, good luck." He made no eye contact, and gave a flippant, "Thanks." Right after we sat down he left. It was painfully obvious he didn't want anyone to see him.
Whenever you go to Vegas you see famous folks. Most times it's pleasant as long as you keep it a simple "hello." Pete is a tragic hero in a Shakesperean way.
I once sat next to LaToya Jackson on a flight to Vegas. She was a very cool chick.
Of course that was before I was married.
Althouse blew homophobe's Chicky's door down today.
Poor Chicky.
She doesn't like you Chicky.
Homo Hater Chicky, what is he to do?
Althouse blew homophobe's Chicky's door down today.
Poor Chicky.
She doesn't like you Chicky.
Homo Hater Chicky, what is he to do?
What is he to do?
Snake charming?
A song to soothe the pseudo beast?
If Titus were a homo
and Chicky were a hater,
there would be no hope,
but where Trooper
zips his sweater
there is this to sing:
I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?
Dear Trooper,
Here in Boston, we have a chain of surplus outlet stores called "Building 19." They sell "Good Stuff Cheap." Actually, you really have to pick & choose a lot to find the good stuff. Some people consider shopping there entertaining. Others value their time more, and don't like the mess & grime in these types of places. They say they feel like they need a shower after visiting them.
The Bldg. 19 near our house has an "Annex," where they sell furniture, rugs, etc. It's a lot better, in its own small way, than the main store, and a lot more fun to visit. When I go to Bldg. 19, I usually just head to the Annex.
I know you don't like Boston, but your being in retail and all, I thought you'd like to know about this.
Your Pal,
Tim
P.S.—They keep the Annex stocked with lots of fresh merchandise. Keeps the customers coming back.
Althouse blew homophobe's Chicky's door down today.
I guess I missed that unless you're referring to this. While I didn't agree with her, I wasn't bothered enough by her response to care. I thought that thread went downhill pretty fast and made comments elsewhere.
Is there something else I missed?
The problem with Titus is that he's become predictable and unoriginal.
predictable and unoriginal.
Unlike the host, whose annex still offer bursts of unpredictable originality.
Trooper York's place is like an oasis. An oasis with Jeanies and Major Nelsons.
Dear Trooper,
Well, it's been pretty hot & sticky here today. Went to Mass in Cambridge with my son, who had to serve. Charlie, the head usher, pressed me into collecting, so both my son and I wound up doing our parts. I like collecting, because I feel useful, and I get to see who the deadbeats are. The new undergraduate chaplain preached a pretty good homily, but unfortunately he and the other alter server got into a tug-of-war over the Gospel when Father got through reading. One of your more embarrassing liturgical mishaps. I think it was because it was too hot, and people were sweating too much to pay attention to what they were doing.
My son helped me organize the recorders up in the school, where I'll be teaching middle-schoolers how to play them in a few short weeks. Afterwards, we went out for burritos for lunch in Harvard Sq. They have two Mexicanish restaurants in Harvard Sq. Think I'll mostly see the inside of the Dunkin' Donuts otherwise during the rest of the year.
Went with the family this evening to a nice pool party/cookout. Still sticky and full of mosquitoes. Thank goodness there's leftover potato salad. I love potato salad, but I didn't get enough white wine, just a little oak-free Santa Barbara Chardonnay. A bit too trendy, but, hey, it reminds me of home.
People were nice, and we had a good time. They are parents of prospective choristers, and I gave them the inside skinny on what's happening at the school and why their sons will be happy there. I talked a bit too much about 15th century Burgundian music, but you know me. Speaking of Burgundian, I'd rather have had some nicely chilled Puligny-Montrachet, but that really doesn't go with potato salad, does it?
Anyway, I thought I'd tell you about my day, seeing as you haven't said much about yours lately. Hope you're okay and you don't mind.
Your Pal,
Tim
P.S.—Drove past Bldg. 19 on the way home. The Annex is dark and empty-looking. What's up with that?
Thanks Tim. What happened is my computer blew up again. It wouldn't start so I had back up all my data and reinstall my operating system. But I can't find the original disks that had all my programs on so I can't go on line until I put all the safeguards on. So blogging might be light for a while.
Sort of like a virus in the annex and not pneumonia in the mainframe. Better a repeat of one than the other.
xkcd has a fun cartoon on "clouds".
Dear Trooper,
Sorry to hear about your computer.
As a smug Mac user, something similar happened to me last February. But, you know, when a Mac loses data, it's just a lot cooler.
I can imagine how awful it is to have to patch up a sweaty Windows machine, when you could have corrupt data with so much more style.
Anyway, my sympathies, and I hope you're back soon.
Your Pal,
Tim
P.S.--Absolutely nothing worth mentioning happened today. It's Monday. I suppose the nice weather deserves to be noticed, but other than that, I'm for an early bed.
Trooper, may I suggest Clouds.. or is that gay?
Hearing reports of an earthquake in Brooklyn.
Earth shattering news?
Hoo boy! An earthquake!
Felt it in Boston.
At least SOMETHING happened today.
Reminds me of home.
Except this is home now.
Never want to see California again.
I blame President Polk.
Thomas Boylston Adams said to me, when I was introduced to him and told him I was from California, "Ah, California. I hear it's nice out there, but it's so far from the United States."
Be sure to spell the name of the place using the accent when you write to people in Atzlán, once things get sorted out.
Does JoJo look like Jenny?
Not really AJ. She is an attractive girl but she doesn't do all the surgery and stuff that Jenny McCarthy had done.
She was very nice after my wife got through terrorizing her.
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