Hey all you beautiful people! How is the winter weather and month of January treating you?
Am I dating myself to use the now infamous song from Vanilla Ice as my title? Am I? Tell me the truth now. It won’t MATTER… but I always like it when you tell me what’s up. In my defense, I had to use something catchy, and far be it from me to come up with something ORIGINAL! Pfffaw! Who does THAT anymore?
So – I know I promised to dish on Sundance and Golden Globes, and now the Grammy Awards are upon us… but my bff super-powered agent friend has been so busy since her return from Utah for Sundance, that we’ve only managed a couple of texts. Alas, my darlings… the dish will have to wait – or perhaps I’ll just tell you what I know already – another time.
BUT – on another totally and completely polar opposite note: M.C. Nugget and I went iceskating today, outside in Santa Monica.
Yup. Outside. Without jackets or coats, or anything like that.
It was DIVINE.
I took it upon myself to pose for the camera… and tell you just a little bit about it…
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So, I recently attended a performance of “Riverdance – the Farewell Tour” Opening Night Gala at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood.
I have to say, had I based my decision to attend on the television commercials from way back in the 90′s, when Riverdance became all the rage, I may never have set foot out of my house that night! Those commercials gave me absolutely no reason to pick up the phone or drive to the box office to buy a ticket. So, for years I relegated Riverdanceto the dark recesses of my mind, right there next to all six of the Saw movies, and the broadway play Taller Than a Dwarf.
But when I received an invitation for my clients to attend the opening night gala of “Riverdance – The Farewell Tour” at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood – well, let’s just say, five of my clients and their guests said “YES” and I was able to tag along.
It was a great opportunity for my clients, and proved to be an incredible treat as well. Below is a strip of red carpet photos from that night… but you know the drill… I don’t divulge identities of my peeps! So, you’ll just have to use your imagination!
"Riverdance" Opening Night Gala Red Carpet - Pantages - Hollywood
As far as the show itself — can I just say “WOW“? It was PHENOMINAL, magical, mysterious, ethereal… well – you get the point. I had no idea! I feel so fortunate to be able to say I’ve seen this incredible show!
It’s difficult to describe, but wikipedia puts it like this: “Riverdance is a theatrical show consisting of traditional Irish step dancing, notable for its rapid leg movements while body and arms are kept largely stationary.”
Okay – so, I know what you’re thinking: It’s a bunch of folk dancing demonstrations, like Mexican Hat Dancing or whatever… the kind that use to show up for “international day” in elementary school. But I assure you – this is FAR FROM THAT! It’s replete with music that ranges from jazzy and eclectic sort of celtic fusion to whimsical and contemporary music that accompanies the talented “step” dancers, as well as a few guests. The guests range from street tap dancers (think Gregory Hines in “White Nights” or “Tap,”) to members of the Moscow Russian Dance Troupe. And that doesn’t even begin to describe the incredible vocal ensemble, and ethereal choral combinations that these people were capable of! Needless to say, the entire show – and it’s extremely talented cast – was outstanding. I would highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys live performance, music, theatre or dance. It’s got all of the above.
Here are just a few images from the performance. You may want to check your local theatre listings and try to catch Riverdance, before it goes away for good! It’s time and money very well spent.
So there you have it people! I’m in blustery, wintery Massachusetts as I type this. M.C.’s parents are celebrating FIFTY glorious years together. Whew! You don’t see that every day… it’s AWESOME!
Tune in next week people, when you’ll get some backstage dish (vicarious, of course) on the Golden Globes, Sundance and more. That is, if I can get my friends to TALK. HA!
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Yesterday I was doing some work on my laptop at the kitchen counter in my mom’s house in Albuquerque, New Mexico. As I sat typing away, she lay in her hospital bed, waiting for her body to finally let go of life, and allow her to rest.
Since my mom’s stroke, I’d been thinking a lot about my dad… how I wished I could just talk to him. I didn’t really have very much time with my dad. He died when I was 23 — barely an adult, really. So, I never felt like I really KNEW him… or that we really bonded. And now, with mom on her death bed, I definitely realize how much I am going to miss her — something I was not so keenly aware of with my dad. Sure I loved him and hated to see him go. Sure, I think of him, but they are just images mostly. I don’t have that almost tactile feeling of sadness when I think of my dad, or even the loving fondness that comes from having depth in a relationship.
So as I sat there, worried about my mom, and how I would miss her deeply, it was only natural for me to feel that I should somehow miss my dad to the same degree… it was only fair. And yesterday, as I sat there thinking about all of this, I just knew that talking to my dad again would solve that. We would bond, talk about what he’s been up to since I was 23, and when our talk was over, I would truly miss my dad just as much as I knew I was going to miss my mom. Sound strange? It does to me! HA! But alas, I never promised SANITY in here people – entertainment, mixed with a little spice here and there, maybe, but sanity, never! CRAZINESS is more the order of the day here!
Then I signed onto Facebook. I had many people to communicate with — all my wonderful well-wishers, and such. As I perused my home page, I was struck by something I found very odd. People were jumping into their friend’s wall posts and status updates to communicate something completely unrelated. One friend posted something about the pies she was baking, and someone commented on it, “Hey! When are we going for that bike ride?” and so on. It was remarkable to me the number of people who were just plain LAZY on Facebook. Of all people, I realized how much time it could take to go to each person’s page and post on their wall, or to manually send them messages… especially if there were a good number of people to connect with, as in my case. But I decided right then and there I was not going to “piggy back” on other people’s posts to get my thank you’s or comments over to my friends. They’d been way too supportive during all this stress and sadness over my mom. I just couldn’t handle sending a blanket thank you on my wall. They deserved individual responses. So I spent the next several hours doing just that.
Later on… away from my computer… as I was about to walk into my mom’s hospital room, my cell phone rang. It was a blocked call, but since I was in Albuquerque I took the call.
“Lisa J. Davis?” the sweet voice said.
“Yes?” I replied.
“This is Heaven calling, and I’ve got your dad on the line. He’d like to talk to you.”
“What? Is this some kind of joke?” I said, as I started toward my mom’s door.
“No ma’am,” she said joyfully, “We’ve seen your wall posts on Facebook, and we think it’s a good thing that you did today. We decided to answer your prayer about talking to your dad. We think it’s something that will do some good, and we wanted to reward you for doing the right thing on Facebook.”
“Really?” I exclaimed, “That’s fantastic!” I walked into my mom’s room and said, “Mom! I’ve got DAD on the line! He wants to talk to us!”
And then I woke up. Yup. I even DREAM in Facebook. Oh, but what a fantastic dream.
But there are a few lessons to the story, I suppose:
1) Watch what you post on Facebook. If you play your cards right, you may get an answer to prayer! Ha ha!
2) Facebook has some MAJORLY AWESOME PROGRAMMERS working for them, dude! They’ve got a direct connection to HEAVEN!
3) Your prayers can be answered over the phone, via AT&T!
4) I probably spend WAYYY too much time on Facebook, thus the DREAM about it!
Have a dreamy weekend my beautiful, NON-LAZY Facebooking friends!
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So, the date was December 19, 2009. M.C. and I hosted a little holiday party at my place. It was awesome. People came and went. A couple of my clients stopped by, as well as some family… It was the usual holiday get-together. That is, until about 2:00 am.
That’s when all that remained were me, M.C. and a couple of our friends who decided to stick around and gab. At one point we decided to start taking photos to remember the evening.
I was the first designated photographer (and last – you’ll see why in a second). I moved in to get a great shot, and leaned over to get an even ”better” angle of the three of them. I didn’t realize I was dangerously close to a taper candle M.C. lit earlier that evening.
My girlfriend gasped and said, “Lisa! Your hair’s, on fire!” I shrugged it off and patted it out… or so I thought, until she continued, “No! It’s REALLY on fire!”
Just then M.C. took two very large strides in my direction and somehow patted the flames out — VERY quickly. (Actually all of that happened in a matter of seconds).
That was it for the photo session! I ran to my bathroom to observe the damage, and believe it or not, there was NO VISIBLE DAMAGE? I am NOT kidding! That’s what I get for accommodating my friends and being the designated photog! Ha!
The only thing I can think of which may have prevented my hair from going “POOF!” and literally bursting into flames, however, is that I’d been using a new hair product for a while (that day and evening included). It was a heat protector to be used prior to flat-ironing your hair. I’d been in search of something like it for years, and when I found it a few months back, I immediately began to use it. It protects your hair up to 475 degrees, Fahrenheit. So – I am thinking it had to have some sort of FLAME RETARDANT in the mix! Ha ha! Is that CRAZY or WHAT?
So, here is a picture of me with some super imposed flames on my hair. I never got any pictures of myself that evening… as I mentioned! By the time we got around to taking photos, my hair burst into flames! HA HA!
I’m told this is how big the flame was (or at least this is how I imagined it based on the saucer-sized eye balls my girlfriend had)!!
What’s funny is that about a week later, my girlfriend called me up to tell me that I must have angels around me, because my whole head of hair was engulfed in flames, and there was NO damage. We were laughing about it. I told her about my little product, which, of course, she asked me to pick up for her the next time I saw it.
Fast forward to this past Wednesday. She was back at my house, prior to an event I was taking her to (she is also a client of mine). It was the People’s Choice Awards Post Celebration Party Benefiting Britticares (for kids with cancer). Long story short, I was still finishing up my “flat-iron” routine when she arrived, so she chatted with me while I finished up. My “product” was sitting on the counter, and I held it up to her. And I swear, it was the FIRST time I’d actually paid any attention to the name, but it was called “GUARDIAN ANGEL.” I kid you NOT. Pretty funny! We CRACKED UP at the fact that not only did I have angels around me, but I also had a GUARDIAN ANGEL – in a BOTTLE! Ha!
And – of course, without further adieu – here it is, my friends. My “Guardian Angel”:
Be sure to click this link and buy it now (shameless plug, I know).
So – we laughed and went off to enjoy a fabulous night at the People’s Choice Awards Post Celebration. It was a fantastic event, and my girl and another celebrity friend were photographed, interviewed, hit up for autographs – the whole shebang (sp?).
Whew! I’m SOOO glad I can take that one off the list! I now know what it’s like to be ON FIRE.
Have a fantastic weekend you marvelously gorgeous humans!
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Okay everyone! Here’s a little bonus post to launch us into the new year. If you are new HERE – well, geez, WELCOME! I love that you’ve stopped by! Be sure and post something on your way out, would ya? Thanks!
So… here goes…
With the New Year now in full swing, (and after one of the toughest years for most everyone out there – both fiscally, and mentally – due to the barrage of garbage that was drilled into our brains – ad nauseum, infinitum – in the form of stupid statements like “the sucky economy” or “you know… they couldn’t hire so-n-so, because business is so bad”, and all manner of other trash-talk stuff), I decided it’s time to talk about being single. HA! HA!
I know. I know! Why talk about being single? Why such a departure from the whole “the economy sucks” rant? Well, it’s not such a departure. It’s actually related in a twisted sort of way. And besides, we all know that the neuro-paths in my brain are a little twisted, so try and keep up, would ya?
Basically – I KNOW for a fact that some of you out there worked yourselves up into little frenzies and created disappointing NYE’s for yourselves – all because you had a picture of what was suppose to happen when the clock struck midnight. Indulge me here:
If you’re a guy, admit it. You imagined that if things went your way, you were gonna’ be with one of the hottest girls around. You planned that if you did all the right things to romance her in the weeks, days and hours leading up to that midnight kiss on New Years Eve (open doors for her, help her with her jacket, take her out for drinks with your sacred inner circle of guy friends, make her feel special, even call to make sure she is safe at home if she drives on her own, etc… etc… blah, blah, blah) that you’d be sure to “get some.” Because in your mind the kiss was just the beginning. Mannn oh man, if you played your cards right you were gonna’ get some, and get some GOOD. You were gonna’ have some of your very own New Year’s Eve-fireworks! It didn’t matter that your girl was probably thinking as the two of you moved in for the kiss, that the two of you were “ushering in the New Year – together: Partners, walking hand-in-hand (together), into a sea of happiness… forging a future full of good memories… TOGETHER.” All you were thinking was, “Bring it on, baby! I’ve been working HARD for this night!” And that was about it!
So, do tell. How’d that work out for ya? Huh, guys?
And you girlie girls out there… those of you who are of the single variety. Yes, I am talking to you now. You who tried your hardest to have a date on New Year’s Eve, if only to relieve the stress or embarrassment of having no special “someone” to kiss at the strike of midnight. You know it’s true. If you aren’t in a relationship at the moment, you KNOW it was all only about that very moment… more-so than whether or not you really actually LIKED the guy. But worse, if you DID like the guy, you built that moment up into some incredibly heavily weighted moment, that no person can live up to. You imagined the two of you would smooch, share an intense emotional tie, and move forward into the new year as a newly bonded couple, and plan the days and weeks ahead together. And if you were flying solo on New Year’s Eve, out with the girls, you KNOW it was an important thing for most of you to find someone “suitable,” who you could flirt and play cat and mouse with, and then hopefully get a smooch out of it at midnight as well. Am I right?
So, fill us in. How’d it go?
I’m just sayin’ people. What the HECK is so wrong with being single? What the HECK would have been so bad about being at the bar, and NOT kissing anyone – except maybe good friends on the cheek, or whatever – when that clock struck midnight? How hard IS it REALLY to enjoy oneself as a single individual?
A very shrewd single gal said recently, “Being single is NOT a condition that needs a cure.”
AMEN TO THAT.
And, please don’t preach to me about how I have M.C. Nugget, and perhaps I can’t relate, or whatever else you’d like to use to justify any sort of erratic obsessive-compulsive behavior. I’ve been single plenty in my life, and I am still single today. I am not engaged, or married, or in any sort of what most people would consider a “traditional” relationship. I too, realize I am not getting any younger, and old age is slowly working its way toward little ole’ me. Age spares no one. But I am only getting BETTER BABY. Age can come and kiss my cute little tuckus. HA! The fact that M.C. and I call each other boyfriend/girlfriend is really incidental, and it took us over nine months of dating to do so, as we were both so happy being single ourselves, that we didn’t want to “label” and ruin it! Yes, I loved being with him on New Year’s Eve and was very glad to kiss only him when the clock struck twelve. But that’s besides the point.
The fact is – I am so tired of people being so unhappy with their lot in life that they manipulate and commit all manner of craziness – all for the sake of “getting” happy, or “finding” happiness. Don’t you get it? You need to be happy with life as you ARE. Realize what a great person you ARE without anyone else. Put yourself in a position of power, so that you can pick and choose and be selective. Then, when that girl or guy comes along that is perfect for you, you’ll actually be capable of SEEING him or her when they are in FRONT of you!
So – my advice this year girls and boys? One guess. Get happy being you – all alone. Get to know yourself and fall in love with who you are – what makes up everything about you. If you have work to do on you – DO IT. YOU are WORTH it. Get in shape, lean out those bodies, or get a massage… whatever works for you. But GET HAPPY WITH YOU – all by your lonesome. Then and only then will you be ready – IF YOU WANT – to allow someone else into your great little life to participate!
Get it?
Now go out there and have some fun with your bad-ass self, would you? As I promised, my next regular post will dish on some really fantastic Hollywood events I’ve been able to take some clients to lately! Stay tuned!
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