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.
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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My peeps and I stopped by some cool places on Saturday night in Albuquerque, New Mexico (of all places).
They call New Mexico the “Land of Enchantment.” I have never been so sure what they meant by that - and who are “they” anyway? I grew up in New Mexico, and I never felt that enchanted. From as early as I could articulate it, I insisted on living elsewhere. I’m not trying to come down on the place, I swear. I know, there are many merits to living in the high desert, I’m sure. The skies are blue, the air is clean, the mountains and plains are breathtakingly beautiful at times, yada yada.
I guess it just never grew on me. At the age of ten, I begged my mom to let me move to Pontiac, Illinois to live with my grandmother. For some reason I saw more chance of excitement in Small Town USA then I hoped for in The Land of Entrapment (a name created by those of us who lived there our entire lives). But my mom (of course) would have none of it. You were trapped there because you either wanted to be there, or because, well, for some reason you just couldn’t seem to get outta Dodge.
So, this past weekend, Fred the Wonder Chicken and I ventured out to the desert to pay a much needed visit to my beautiful mother, Nereide Frances Padalino (her real name). She had a stroke last year, and is still in rehab, recovering. I was a little sketchy on traveling back to town on my own, because, well – for one thing, the last few times I’ve gone, the accommodations were not all that comfortable (I couldn’t stay at my mom’s house, because other siblings had moved in to help out, and the places I ended up staying were either unfamiliarly uncomfortable or I froze to death – thanks Wackie – ha ha!). And for two, frankly, I’ve lost touch with most of the friends I knew growing up, or they moved away long ago, so there was rarely much to do on visits with my mom out of the social picture. The remaining sisters and brothers in town were all leading their own busy lives, and it just always seemed to be an exhausting prospect to have one – more – sibling come to visit, than it was an occasion to get out and do things.
This time was different. FWC and I stayed with my girl Prissy and her dog Skimpy. If you are new to my blogs, welcome! I am so glad to have you! But you should know that everyone here, aside from me, has an alias, even “Prissy’s” dog! I’m all about protecting the identities of those I write about!
Prissy and Skimpy live in a beautiful loft-style condo overlooking the sprawling beauty of Albuquerque. It is most beautiful at night, when the view of the city lights is unparalelled.
We arrived to town, and here is what we did and where we went:
Wii Bowling. On Friday night, after dining someplace nice, FWC and I unloaded our bags at Prissy’s only to find she had just bought and installed the Wii in her living room, with her big screen plasma tv. BONUS! We played Wii Bowling and drank wine and tequila (FWC and Prissy drank the tequila – I couldn’t stand the stuff) until 3 o’clock in the morning.
Zinc Cellar Bar. On Saturday, FWC and I tooled around after visiting my mom. We bought ourselves some tasty cigars (mine was White Chocolate Truffle Irish Cream flavored! ha ha!), and then got ready for our big Saturday night. We started at Zinc Cellar Bar. This place was cool! The upstairs housed its fine-dining restaurant, while the basement – the Cellar Bar – was a venue for some of the southwest’s greatest eclectic bluesy musicians. It was also the setting for FWC’s first introduction to my crazy, zany family. What a fun evening that was. We drank wine, shared appetizers and listened for a moment to the blues band they brought in for the night. Of course, FWC was a hit with everyone. They all wanted to touch his feathers (HA). When everyone else left, FWC, Prissy, my brother Odee (named after the cool purse company he has – Odechala – where they make purses out of very cool cigar boxes) and his adult son (my nephew) determined we were not quite done for the evening. So we moved on to the next happenin’ spot.
Below are some of the family, with FWC sandwiched in. Prissy is at the forefront, then my little nephew, me, FWC, and my brother Odee.
Here is a nice shot of the Cellar Bar:
Imbibe. We didn’t want our evening to end so early, and we certainly didn’t want our brand new cigars to go to waste, so we walked next door to the popular cigar bar, Imbibe. It had a really cool atmosphere, and big screen tv’s so we could watch the final four games that were on that night. We sat at the bar, sipped cognac and B&B, smoked our yummy cigars, and hob-nobbed with the rest of Albuuquerque’s elite.
The outside of Imbibe, shown below – shows what is very common architecture in this part of town called Nob Hill. It is a traditional Southwest adobe, with some neon accents:
Here is one side of the bar at Imbibe (there are two rooms). I never realized how the inside of the building is kinda cigar shaped!
I have to say, it was FUN, and dare I say it? I left Albuquerque feeling just a little enchanted. Yup. Me.
Just goes to show, perceptions and feelings – no matter how strong – are not always accurate, nor are they permanent.
Stay tuned next week kiddies, when I bring you some news from the glitzy side of life in Hollywood. I’ll be dishing on my backstage frolicking at my first ever Bruce Springsteen concert. The Boss can’t have any idea what’s in store! Hee hee!
Have a sunny and spring-ish weekend everyone!
Love you people! Mmmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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I wanted to take you to Venice Beach, California and introduce you to some of the very interesting people I’ve met along the boardwalk over the past year. One in particular, I can’t remember his name, but he did this thing with a knotted cloth or rope, where he would close his eyes and swing it around, standing perfectly still – almost like a lasso-artist (if there is such a thing). When I decided to introduce myself and inquire about his deal, he informed me that he closed his eyes so he could meet his “friend” and do battle together. They were practicing what he called Vector Dynamics. Let me say, I looked that up. It’s real. Well, Vector Dynamics is. I don’t know what goes on in that guy’s head, and just how real THAT is. I can’t speak to that issue! Ha! Ha! I thought by the way the guy was talking he seemed off-the-charts intelligent. He was. He said most people in his life, professors and family had told him he was a genius. He was also schizophrenic – and since he didn’t have an actual residence, was unable to get medication at the free clinic on the beach. Sad.
When Fred and I walked the boardwalk yesterday, we couldn’t find Vector guy, but we found plenty of other interesting folks. And here is my summary:
1. Venice Beach is way cool. I am not cool enough for that place.
2. You will notice, and I hate that I feel compelled to say this, but uhm – I dressed down for this – okay? No glam stuff here. As a matter of fact, you may not even recognize me. HA! But it was fun.
3. Watch it for yourself, and give us YOUR summary, why don’t you?
After viewing this, I hope you can go out there and have a TOTALLY COOL weekend boys and girls! I am off to Albuquerque, New Mexico for yet another adventure!
Love you people! Mmmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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