So, I did mention that this blog is about girls as well as guys... I just have gobs of stories about guys. This one is about a girl. My friend Bridgette Wilson. Being a close friend, I have tons of stories, but this one is awesome. So, a couple of years in a row she and I went to California for the 4th of July, always intending to see the fireworks over the ocean. Now, she is the kind of girl that used to change her outfit easily 4 times before going even to the grocery store so you can imagine the time it took for her to get ready for social events. That being said, her outfit, or her hair, or her make-up not being just quite right prevented us from seeing the fireworks over the ocean each year we went. The last time, I had told her that seeing them was the point of the trip for me, and she had best be prompt. We missed them. I was not happy to say the least, and she knew it... I made no secret of it. So she said she'd take me out to a really nice dinner to make up for it. Ohhhh Kaaaaaay, that'll have to do. :) So we went to the Saddle Ranch on Sunset Blvd. We chatted up the hot host-guy, asking where there was a club we could go dancing at after dinner. He didn't know, but spread the word and some guy, we'll call him Eminem, came over to invite us out with him. After dinner he came back around and was pretty drunk, but he knew of a place, so we were gonna go... as soon as we freshened up a bit. We went to powder our noses, primped a bit, and went back out to talk to him. What happened next is a direct result of stilettos and an awesome cha-cha skirt (because it's hard to look bad in those). As we were standing there, Bridgette was doing most of the talking, and I was just hangin' back looking at the other people in the restaurant. Out of nowhere our waitress came over, rather firmly grabbed me by the arm, and practically dragged me quickly outside with an urgent "Come here!" She opened the doors, which were no more than long heavy curtains, and pulled me outside. She pointed at the two Lamborghini sitting by the entrance and said "They guys who own these cars want to take you out!" Well! There was no question whether or not I was going... I am my father's daughter... I absolutely was going Somewhere in those cars!!! But... I had to play a little hard to get, so I asked her whose they were. We came inside, and she showed me the table where they sat. I said, "Well, they seem decent, have them come talk to me." Then I went back to Bridgette and told her that we have had a change of plans. She was involved in her conversation with Eminem and paid no attention to me. A moment later James Gandolfini came over and introduced himself to me and after a few moments of chit chat asked me if I would like to join he and his friend for a ride. I said I would, turned, and explained the situation to Bridgette. All of a sudden, Eminem started loudly saying how he could not Believe we were going with him because of his car and we must be so shallow, and he has a Porsche outside. James Gandolfini interrupted him and said that he has 3 at home in the garage. Eminem started getting a little belligerent with his wounded pride and so James, Bridgette, and myself just walked away. Besides, I'm not really a Porsche kind of girl... I'm a Lambo kind of girl! James' friend joined us and we walked outside. Bridgette and the other guy went to his silver Lambo, which he had recently bought from Paramount after using it in one of their movies... it was a total guy movie I've never seen... cars and stolen money, whatev. James' car was absolutely fabulous. It was a bright yellow Murcielago with the doors that go up instead of out. I got in and put on the 5-point harness. Bridgette and the other guy were ahead of us, and pulled out onto Sunset Blvd. A car passed by, and we pulled out too. The excitement of the situation hit as that engine roared, and the two Lamborghini were passing every car on the road as if it were an obstacle course and they were mere cones. We went flying down the street for a while, and chatted casually as we went. He told me that he calls his mother every week, he is a real family guy, and he travels to and from Las Vegas every couple weeks as well as fairly frequently to Arizona too. He was saying this and that, obviously trying to make me think he was a great guy. He asked me if I was interested in moving to Hollywood, and if so, I could stay with him in his brand new mansion just over from the Hollywood sign. I laughed, thinking he couldn't possibly be serious. He said, "Really, I could give you anything you want, money is not an object." We talked a few more minutes and I asked him what he did to get all that money. He told me that he owns a large amount of the Vegas porn industry, and all I could say to that was, "Wow, I guess it really does sell huh?" James' friend eventually had to go, so we came back to Saddle Ranch, where Bridgette got in James' car also, and I sat on her lap. The hot host guy was outside and shook his head like he knew we had no idea the trouble we were getting into, I pretended not to notice his gesture, and we were off! I had told James that we wanted to go dancing, first and foremost that evening, and he had made a few calls to find a place that was open on Monday nights. While waiting to hear back, we took a quick detour to his new mansion. It was nice enough in the pitch black and we didn't even get out of the car. We came back down the hill and drove to the club he had found for us. It looked on the outside like a castle and had a red carpet that stretched out to the street. We pulled up, James revved the engine ostentatiously, and opened the doors. As the doors came up I got out, and then Bridgette got out. We headed into the club with James and when we got inside I saw that there was no dance floor. I turned to James and asked him where we were, and where was the dance floor? He could see that I was less than pleased with my discovery and told me he would find out what the deal was with that place. He asked the man behind the counter who told him that there was no specific dance floor, people just dance wherever. Oh! Well, that's fine then! Bridgette and I never needed a dance floor before, and if it was acceptable to dance anywhere, then we could certainly do that! We went off a little ways and started to dance with each other. James told us he would be back in a minute, and we shrugged and kept dancing. About five minutes later he came back, followed by an entourage of 15-20 people. James motioned for one of them in particular to dance with me... and he was an amazing dancer! He ought to be, he was a dance major at UCLA! He was also fl-aaa-ming gay and I could see why he was chosen to be my partner. All the perks, none of the concern to James, who just sat at a table nearby watching us dance in an almost creepy way. He refused to join us. As I spoke with my dance partner I eventually got it out of him that James (my apparent boyfriend) had paid them to come dance with us! What??? He Paid you to dance with us?? Whatever, it was a lot of fun, so that was fine. Eventually the night got late and our gaggle of gay guys left us with James again. We had a pleasant enough time with him, and went back to get my car. On the way he asked where we were staying and we told him that we were just sleeping on a friend's couch. He said we would not be permitted to stay in such circumstances, and that he would put us up in the penthouse suite down the hall from him at the W. That didn't mean anything to me, but we went by the house to pick up our luggage and say our goodbye's, as we were driving out the next day. The boys were awake before we got in the house, wondering what that beautiful, loud purr was outside the house. They were quite shocked when we told them we were going to stay at the hotel with James, but let us go with only a word of caution. We picked up my car and on the way I told Bridgette that while he was very nice at the moment, he made an extravagant lifestyle out of having zero respect for women, and to keep that in mind. We got to the hotel and went up to our room, which was on a corner of the top floor, so we had an excellent view from all our windows. We came in and gave ourselves a quick tour as James sat down in the middle of the couch with one foot resting on his knee and arms outstretched. When we came back to the main room he saw that we were pleased, and said, "Welllll girls... what do you want to do now?" Bridgette and I just burst into chatter about how we were sooo tired and had suuuch a long day, and really if we were going to get up early and spend breakfast with him we really needed to get to bed and, oh my, the long drive back to Arizona! I had never seen a look of more sincere disbelief and shock, to the point that, had I been but an observer, and not a key player in the situation, I would have laughed aloud! I walked him to the door and as he turned to go, he asked for a hug and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I'm not going to mess this up." Ok, g'night! Then Bridgette and I got to play. There were chocolates, expensive water, little stuffed animals to keep, lotions and shampoos, candies, lots of things, and a cd of ambient music which we put in to set the mood for our lavish night. We jumped on the bed, and locked up all of our baubles in the safe, trying all different codes and laughing mostly in tired delirium. When we finally got around to it, we slept very well. In the morning we got up, luxuriated about a while, enjoying ourselves, and got ready to meet James for breakfast. Our friend was riding home with us, so we went pick her up first. I was expecting that we would be taking the Murcielago again, but then he came out with a regular black car that was far less impressive to me. I think he sensed that because he made it a point to tell me that it was the very best money could buy, it had hand carved mahogany trim and the leather seats were hand-stitched and this and that. To hear him tell it, it was pretty much a perfect car in every way, but for me, it just wasn't very interesting compared to the other one. Oh well, I suppose the Lambo wasn't very practical for a day out. We picked up our friend, and on the way James told us oh there's so-and-so's house, and Hef lives right there and he (James) owns a nightclub in Phoenix he named for Christy... whoever that was. Turns out she's a playmate, but he was dropping tons of names I'd never heard, and it all meant nothing to me. Here's the famous 90210 and just last week he was with so and so.... ok... good for you. Anyway, we found ourselves gaping wide-eyed at the stores on Rodeo Drive and came to a stop behind a freshly scorned Ferrari. James was of the opinion that they are far beneath the Lamborghini and how dare they park on the street. I love the look of them, myself. We went to a restaurant sat out on the veranda in the cool air, and had sushi for breakfast. It really was delicious, and I could definitely get used to that. When we finished, James took us to his new mansion so we might behold it's glory in the light. It was still empty but we played a bit in the rooms and the backyard. It was definitely nice, but I got kind of bored of it and was ready to hit the beach one last time before we left. Well, then James proposed the idea of going down to the Chinese Theatre and the Walk of Fame, and since Bridgette had never been, and I had no objections, that's what we did. Apparently, there is a place that looks kinda like a mall where all the awards shows are, and we went there and browsed through shops. As the day progressed so did my impatience for James. He kept telling me he wanted me to move there, and he would give me all I've ever dreamt of, and that I'd have to get a different car because mine was just not good enough. I think that's what really did it. I really liked My Little Pony, and wouldn't have traded her for some silly thing that had a higher price tag! Anyway, we finally parted ways and on the drive back to Arizona he called three times! I ignored them all. The next day, as I was driving to my boyfriend(James Franco)'s house, I decided to call James Gandolfini and end it. I thanked him for a wonderful experience and for the memories he gave me. I told him that I would not be moving there, and that he could not give me what I wanted. He seemed quite flabbergasted and told me that he not only could, but would give me everything money could buy, cars, clothes, jewelry, social rank, he would introduce me to anyone who could make my aspirations reality, anything I wanted and he would even pay for me to move. I had to chuckle, I couldn't help it. I told him that he is incapable of providing me with what I want most in the world and that, again, I would not be seeing him again. He resigned himself to the fact and we said cordial goodbyes. Twenty minutes later, I got a phone call from Bridgette. "You'll never believe who I just got off the phone with! .... James Gandolfini!!!" Apparently, he had promised her all money could buy and everything he had just told me. She thought about it for a few weeks over phone calls and flowers, and then came to the conclusion that doing as he asked would in fact not be in her very best interest long term either. For which I was very glad. It was quite an adventure, but only one of the many that trip!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
$$$ Cars, Men, and Money $$$
So, I did mention that this blog is about girls as well as guys... I just have gobs of stories about guys. This one is about a girl. My friend Bridgette Wilson. Being a close friend, I have tons of stories, but this one is awesome. So, a couple of years in a row she and I went to California for the 4th of July, always intending to see the fireworks over the ocean. Now, she is the kind of girl that used to change her outfit easily 4 times before going even to the grocery store so you can imagine the time it took for her to get ready for social events. That being said, her outfit, or her hair, or her make-up not being just quite right prevented us from seeing the fireworks over the ocean each year we went. The last time, I had told her that seeing them was the point of the trip for me, and she had best be prompt. We missed them. I was not happy to say the least, and she knew it... I made no secret of it. So she said she'd take me out to a really nice dinner to make up for it. Ohhhh Kaaaaaay, that'll have to do. :) So we went to the Saddle Ranch on Sunset Blvd. We chatted up the hot host-guy, asking where there was a club we could go dancing at after dinner. He didn't know, but spread the word and some guy, we'll call him Eminem, came over to invite us out with him. After dinner he came back around and was pretty drunk, but he knew of a place, so we were gonna go... as soon as we freshened up a bit. We went to powder our noses, primped a bit, and went back out to talk to him. What happened next is a direct result of stilettos and an awesome cha-cha skirt (because it's hard to look bad in those). As we were standing there, Bridgette was doing most of the talking, and I was just hangin' back looking at the other people in the restaurant. Out of nowhere our waitress came over, rather firmly grabbed me by the arm, and practically dragged me quickly outside with an urgent "Come here!" She opened the doors, which were no more than long heavy curtains, and pulled me outside. She pointed at the two Lamborghini sitting by the entrance and said "They guys who own these cars want to take you out!" Well! There was no question whether or not I was going... I am my father's daughter... I absolutely was going Somewhere in those cars!!! But... I had to play a little hard to get, so I asked her whose they were. We came inside, and she showed me the table where they sat. I said, "Well, they seem decent, have them come talk to me." Then I went back to Bridgette and told her that we have had a change of plans. She was involved in her conversation with Eminem and paid no attention to me. A moment later James Gandolfini came over and introduced himself to me and after a few moments of chit chat asked me if I would like to join he and his friend for a ride. I said I would, turned, and explained the situation to Bridgette. All of a sudden, Eminem started loudly saying how he could not Believe we were going with him because of his car and we must be so shallow, and he has a Porsche outside. James Gandolfini interrupted him and said that he has 3 at home in the garage. Eminem started getting a little belligerent with his wounded pride and so James, Bridgette, and myself just walked away. Besides, I'm not really a Porsche kind of girl... I'm a Lambo kind of girl! James' friend joined us and we walked outside. Bridgette and the other guy went to his silver Lambo, which he had recently bought from Paramount after using it in one of their movies... it was a total guy movie I've never seen... cars and stolen money, whatev. James' car was absolutely fabulous. It was a bright yellow Murcielago with the doors that go up instead of out. I got in and put on the 5-point harness. Bridgette and the other guy were ahead of us, and pulled out onto Sunset Blvd. A car passed by, and we pulled out too. The excitement of the situation hit as that engine roared, and the two Lamborghini were passing every car on the road as if it were an obstacle course and they were mere cones. We went flying down the street for a while, and chatted casually as we went. He told me that he calls his mother every week, he is a real family guy, and he travels to and from Las Vegas every couple weeks as well as fairly frequently to Arizona too. He was saying this and that, obviously trying to make me think he was a great guy. He asked me if I was interested in moving to Hollywood, and if so, I could stay with him in his brand new mansion just over from the Hollywood sign. I laughed, thinking he couldn't possibly be serious. He said, "Really, I could give you anything you want, money is not an object." We talked a few more minutes and I asked him what he did to get all that money. He told me that he owns a large amount of the Vegas porn industry, and all I could say to that was, "Wow, I guess it really does sell huh?" James' friend eventually had to go, so we came back to Saddle Ranch, where Bridgette got in James' car also, and I sat on her lap. The hot host guy was outside and shook his head like he knew we had no idea the trouble we were getting into, I pretended not to notice his gesture, and we were off! I had told James that we wanted to go dancing, first and foremost that evening, and he had made a few calls to find a place that was open on Monday nights. While waiting to hear back, we took a quick detour to his new mansion. It was nice enough in the pitch black and we didn't even get out of the car. We came back down the hill and drove to the club he had found for us. It looked on the outside like a castle and had a red carpet that stretched out to the street. We pulled up, James revved the engine ostentatiously, and opened the doors. As the doors came up I got out, and then Bridgette got out. We headed into the club with James and when we got inside I saw that there was no dance floor. I turned to James and asked him where we were, and where was the dance floor? He could see that I was less than pleased with my discovery and told me he would find out what the deal was with that place. He asked the man behind the counter who told him that there was no specific dance floor, people just dance wherever. Oh! Well, that's fine then! Bridgette and I never needed a dance floor before, and if it was acceptable to dance anywhere, then we could certainly do that! We went off a little ways and started to dance with each other. James told us he would be back in a minute, and we shrugged and kept dancing. About five minutes later he came back, followed by an entourage of 15-20 people. James motioned for one of them in particular to dance with me... and he was an amazing dancer! He ought to be, he was a dance major at UCLA! He was also fl-aaa-ming gay and I could see why he was chosen to be my partner. All the perks, none of the concern to James, who just sat at a table nearby watching us dance in an almost creepy way. He refused to join us. As I spoke with my dance partner I eventually got it out of him that James (my apparent boyfriend) had paid them to come dance with us! What??? He Paid you to dance with us?? Whatever, it was a lot of fun, so that was fine. Eventually the night got late and our gaggle of gay guys left us with James again. We had a pleasant enough time with him, and went back to get my car. On the way he asked where we were staying and we told him that we were just sleeping on a friend's couch. He said we would not be permitted to stay in such circumstances, and that he would put us up in the penthouse suite down the hall from him at the W. That didn't mean anything to me, but we went by the house to pick up our luggage and say our goodbye's, as we were driving out the next day. The boys were awake before we got in the house, wondering what that beautiful, loud purr was outside the house. They were quite shocked when we told them we were going to stay at the hotel with James, but let us go with only a word of caution. We picked up my car and on the way I told Bridgette that while he was very nice at the moment, he made an extravagant lifestyle out of having zero respect for women, and to keep that in mind. We got to the hotel and went up to our room, which was on a corner of the top floor, so we had an excellent view from all our windows. We came in and gave ourselves a quick tour as James sat down in the middle of the couch with one foot resting on his knee and arms outstretched. When we came back to the main room he saw that we were pleased, and said, "Welllll girls... what do you want to do now?" Bridgette and I just burst into chatter about how we were sooo tired and had suuuch a long day, and really if we were going to get up early and spend breakfast with him we really needed to get to bed and, oh my, the long drive back to Arizona! I had never seen a look of more sincere disbelief and shock, to the point that, had I been but an observer, and not a key player in the situation, I would have laughed aloud! I walked him to the door and as he turned to go, he asked for a hug and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I'm not going to mess this up." Ok, g'night! Then Bridgette and I got to play. There were chocolates, expensive water, little stuffed animals to keep, lotions and shampoos, candies, lots of things, and a cd of ambient music which we put in to set the mood for our lavish night. We jumped on the bed, and locked up all of our baubles in the safe, trying all different codes and laughing mostly in tired delirium. When we finally got around to it, we slept very well. In the morning we got up, luxuriated about a while, enjoying ourselves, and got ready to meet James for breakfast. Our friend was riding home with us, so we went pick her up first. I was expecting that we would be taking the Murcielago again, but then he came out with a regular black car that was far less impressive to me. I think he sensed that because he made it a point to tell me that it was the very best money could buy, it had hand carved mahogany trim and the leather seats were hand-stitched and this and that. To hear him tell it, it was pretty much a perfect car in every way, but for me, it just wasn't very interesting compared to the other one. Oh well, I suppose the Lambo wasn't very practical for a day out. We picked up our friend, and on the way James told us oh there's so-and-so's house, and Hef lives right there and he (James) owns a nightclub in Phoenix he named for Christy... whoever that was. Turns out she's a playmate, but he was dropping tons of names I'd never heard, and it all meant nothing to me. Here's the famous 90210 and just last week he was with so and so.... ok... good for you. Anyway, we found ourselves gaping wide-eyed at the stores on Rodeo Drive and came to a stop behind a freshly scorned Ferrari. James was of the opinion that they are far beneath the Lamborghini and how dare they park on the street. I love the look of them, myself. We went to a restaurant sat out on the veranda in the cool air, and had sushi for breakfast. It really was delicious, and I could definitely get used to that. When we finished, James took us to his new mansion so we might behold it's glory in the light. It was still empty but we played a bit in the rooms and the backyard. It was definitely nice, but I got kind of bored of it and was ready to hit the beach one last time before we left. Well, then James proposed the idea of going down to the Chinese Theatre and the Walk of Fame, and since Bridgette had never been, and I had no objections, that's what we did. Apparently, there is a place that looks kinda like a mall where all the awards shows are, and we went there and browsed through shops. As the day progressed so did my impatience for James. He kept telling me he wanted me to move there, and he would give me all I've ever dreamt of, and that I'd have to get a different car because mine was just not good enough. I think that's what really did it. I really liked My Little Pony, and wouldn't have traded her for some silly thing that had a higher price tag! Anyway, we finally parted ways and on the drive back to Arizona he called three times! I ignored them all. The next day, as I was driving to my boyfriend(James Franco)'s house, I decided to call James Gandolfini and end it. I thanked him for a wonderful experience and for the memories he gave me. I told him that I would not be moving there, and that he could not give me what I wanted. He seemed quite flabbergasted and told me that he not only could, but would give me everything money could buy, cars, clothes, jewelry, social rank, he would introduce me to anyone who could make my aspirations reality, anything I wanted and he would even pay for me to move. I had to chuckle, I couldn't help it. I told him that he is incapable of providing me with what I want most in the world and that, again, I would not be seeing him again. He resigned himself to the fact and we said cordial goodbyes. Twenty minutes later, I got a phone call from Bridgette. "You'll never believe who I just got off the phone with! .... James Gandolfini!!!" Apparently, he had promised her all money could buy and everything he had just told me. She thought about it for a few weeks over phone calls and flowers, and then came to the conclusion that doing as he asked would in fact not be in her very best interest long term either. For which I was very glad. It was quite an adventure, but only one of the many that trip!
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