My Birthday
My Birthday
It has taken me a few days to recover from my birthday Bliss. Now that I am 36 and hardly get to go out and let it all hang out it takes me a bit to re-group.
Chrissy took me to see Jaime Kennedy at Zanie’s. He was very funny and quite patient for someone who was being heckled all night by a table of rednecks.
Two of which did not crack a smile the entire time. Unfortunately they were right in my line of sight and I was able to see, (as I was cracking up) there miserable stone faces.
UMMM, why would you go to a comedy club people, stay home and watch the Christian channel and call it a night.
Finally the loud mouth of the bunch got escorted out to the cheer of the crowd for taking a phone call in the middle of Jaime’s set.
His friends followed thinking that Jaime had insulted them all, not seeing what was wrong with picking up a call in the middle of a show.
ANY HOO…. Chris and I cackled into the night and even got to take a picture with Jaime and his very beautiful girlfriend, Miss Jennifer Love Hewitt.
She was helping him sell T-Shirts after the show(yes the rumors are true.)
They were both so gracious and genuinely nice.
I was feeling a slight buzz and Chris and I headed to Cabana.
We were in mid sip when a “famous” man I know gave us the call.
We were summoned to come and join the mystery, the conviviality, the experience of this secret hideaway only a select few are allowed to partake in.
We were both intrigued, especially me, I have been hoping to meet some Candy Perfume people here in Nashville, I knew he was one but were there more?
We hopped in a cab and arrived at a desolate part of town. In the middle of this block, that seems shut down, stands what seems to be at first glance someone’s home.
Chrissy turned to me and said “where are we, it looks like a Brothel!?”
I gave it another once over and one could say it resembled the house of ill Repute from Young Guns II.
However I quickly shot down Chrissy’s Observation and told her to stop being paranoid.
Now, I was a little tipsy so I can’t remember how we got into the lobby but I do remember the dark hall and winding steps lined with velvet carpet leading up to the 2nd floor.
A pixie looking shiny red head pointed up to the top of the staircase.
We looked up and saw what appeared to be a floating head holding a cigar. It was so dark and smelled like cloves and incense.
As my foot hit the top step I realized the “Head” that greeted us was indeed attached to a tall dark gentleman.
We told him who we were there to meet and he quickly smiled, nodded and directed us to a door.
A door in which you need the code to get in. He quickly punched the numbers and in we went.
As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit atmosphere my senses were seduced by the Old southern feel and mysterious vibe.
There were clusters of rooms and hallways filled with book cases and portraits.
For a split second I felt I was either in Jekyll & Hyde in NY or in the movie eyes wide shut.
An alabaster beauty lead us to the room where our host and his guests were.
I could go in to all kinds of detail of the fun and enlightenment I drank in that night.
I could tell you of the joy I felt, the exhilaration, the Amaretto dipped cigars, the singing on the top of our lungs and the freedom I felt to just be….. myself.
A self I hadn’t allowed out of her cage in so long. I could tell you more but instead I just want to say this…
It was good clean adolescent fun and I thank you “Glamour Girl”!!!!!
