"Oh What A Night"

     "Oh what a night....late December, back in '63...what a very special time for me...."

     ...Oh, hi there!!!  Caught me singing in the shower again, eh?

     Hey, it WAS a night!!!  But not December 1963....I was a toddler then.  Last night.  The Fashion Show my daughter put together.   Man, oh man, oh man...did we ever have fun and you guys got to hear this one.

     Upon arrival, my wife and I were immediately handed fresh Corona's with limes and a plate of steaming shrimp scampi.  I'm thinking, "Okay, this works....so far, so good."

     The girls are all in the dressing room and my daughter is in there with them supervising makeup and putting last minute touches on the choreography.  A few "strangers" come up to me, (all women), and say, "Aren't you Angelesea's father?"

     "Yes...."

     "You have a really beautiful daughter."

     "Why thunk u verry much....."

     LMAO!!!   Nooooooo....I didn't say that.  But boy was I tempted too.  Hehehehehe.....  Damn, I'm bad.

     After some more social circulating and schmoozing around, I discover that the "strangers" are actually the fashion designers themselves.  One of them is the designer for the swimsuit that you guys all see on the cover of Sports Illustrated.  Yup, no shit.

     Once I learn this pertinent fact, I REALLY start schmoozing it up.  I'm turning the conversation into a hot fudge sundae.....and with a cherry on top.  And it's working too...I can see the lights coming on in their eyes.  They LOVE my kid and her models.  And I must admit, my daughter has managed to corral some of the hottest looking girls in Seattle.  Total knockouts....every last one of them.

     For those of you who don't know, "Sang Real" is my daughter and you can view her profile and her stable of models through the picture of her in my Top Friends list.

     So anyway, I'm going over the designers portfolio with her and sharing my marketing ideas with them.  How to promote these shows and her designs.  She's loving it.

     Smoke break time....so we all head out on the sidewalk to talk and puff ciggies.  THEEEEN, I drop the bombshell on the designer.

     "As I'm sure you've already guessed, I'm a hardcore Republican that TOTALLY supports this war on terror, and that's who I see as your un-tapped market.  Soldiers and patriotism." I crank up the volume just enough so that people around us can hear me, "See, these poor cheesedicks don't understand exactly HOW FUN PATRIOTISM IS!!!"

     Bingo....the magic words.

     The designer breaks out in a sheepish grin.  Why?  Cause, like many of you gals out there, she's what I call a "closet Republican".  This is a woman who is Republican, but afraid to share that fact with her peer group for fear of harassment, discrimination, and generally a physical attack on her person or property as well.  Liberals are violent and mean and nearly every Republican knows this first-hand.

     Of course, with a Tyger in front of you roaring his approval of patriotism, there is nothing to fear, so the woman can finally smile broadly, hold up her fist and whisper loudly, "YES!!!!"

    Hehehehehehe!!!

    So we put together a deal and my daughter's models will be modeling her Sports Illustrated swimsuits exclusively!!!   Yaaaaaay!!!

     Okay, that done, I move onto other technical aspects....like is this club big enough for the crowds of screaming patriots I'm going to fill it with?  So I start asking questions of the employee's and the bartenders, "Hey, what's your capacity in this place?"

     50.....no, 250.....noooo, 300.  Oh hell, let me go ask the manager.  Well, he doesn't know either.  Yeah, definitely 300.

     These guys are all over the place.  LOL!!!  And I'm laughing my ass off inside, biting my tongue and desperately restraining myself from making fun of their inability to perceive what is going on around them.  Why, you ask?  Well, I'm asking all these employee's this question while standing underneath the front entryway door that has a sign above it that reads, "Maximum Occupancy: 94".

     LOLOLOLOL!!!!

     Okay, so they need help....but who doesn't these days.  Thank your public school teachers for performance like this.  Now back to the Fashion Show.

     So, now that we've established that the owner is paying off the Fire Marshall (LOLOL!!!) I go back inside and check on the girls.  The place is getting packed, people are drinking and waiting for the show to begin.  But....there's no girls.  Where are the models?

     I head to the dressing room.

     Inside the dressing room, it's Panic City.  My daughter is talking a mile-a-minute with the guy running the music, and the girls are all dressed up in the first line's outfits and standing in line, ready to hit the runway and start strutting.  The rest of the models are in various states of getting dressed, last minute make-up and hair touches, etc., etc.  If you've never seen the backstage of a fashion show, it's quite the chaotic scene.  Imagine a girls locker room in the middle of a Fire Alarm drill.  LOL!!!

     So I approach my daughter, "Hey, people are waiting out there, let's get this show on the road here...what's the hold-up?"

     "The M.C. isn't here yet...."

     "What?  There's no M.C.?"

     "Nope."

     "Write down the line-up and number of models and give me the damn microphone....I'll do it."

     : D

     So THAT'S how Tyger ended up in the sound cage doing the M.C. work for the Fashion Show.  LOLOL!!!  What a night.....

     Apparently I did okay, there was lots of applause and no glitches, and everyone seemed pleased and happy with it.  I worked the crowd pretty heavy after the show, pressing flesh and inviting everyone back and to bring their friends.  Judging by the responses, I think it was a hit.

    The only problem that happened the entire evening was a boyfriend-girlfriend argument outside of the club on the sidewalk.  The gal was one of the models, and was crying up a storm while the boyfriend yelled at her.  I walked by and the guy started yelling at me!!!  ....LOL!!!  Oppppth...

     "Hey, man, we're just having a personal conversation here and don't need any help!!!"

     I respond, "So what?  What the fuck did I say to you?  I'm walking down the street here and you start talking to me like I've said something to you.  What the hell is your problem, dude?"

      He goes on, "Blah, blah, blah, blah...and just who the hell are you?"

     Obviously, this poor young man is judging me by the length of my hair and not the gleam in my eye.  Oppppth....  Meanwhile, the girl is still crying and sniffling behind him but beginning to regain some of her composure.

     "Well, look here, son.  I'm a decorated United States Navy veteran and I'm not going to put up with your horseshit or lack of respect....are we clear?"

     Uh-oh....decision-time for angry-young-man.  : O  What to do, what to do??

     Now I'm in his face and he's getting his first real look at my eyes.  His attitude does a quick about-face.  "Hey, look man, I'm sorry.  You're a better man than I am, and I'm sorry."

     "That's okay, man.  Just cool your jets, don't embarrass the lady, and stow the attitude.  Everyone is here to have a good time.  Ya dig?"

     "Yeah man, you're right."

     Then he shakes my hand and quietly goes back inside.  Problem solved.  My daughter's fiance and his friend were expecting a drunken brawl I think.  LOL!!!   Nawwwwww....situation well under control.  He just needed some fatherly advice, that's all.

     Other than that.....everything went off like a well scripted rehearsal.  Hell, I even got on the walkway and showed some of the girls how to do a parade reverse march.  I'll have them doing parade chain-steps in no time!!!  LOL!!!  They were loving it and marching around all over the place!!!

     And my daughter?  Well, she was the one who wowed everyone.  Only twenty one years old and planned the whole thing by herself, recruited the swimsuit designer's that made the cover of Sport's Illustrated for the show, then actually pulled it off (and all in only ONE week's time), THEN adapted and overcame all the problems that came up....AND delivered a top-notch New York style fashion show to Seattle!!!   She is her father's daughter for sure.  No doubt whatsoever!!!  Woooooo Hoooooo, Angelesea!!!  You go girl!!!

     And of course, it's a regular gig now with much, much more to come.  : )

     I TOLD YOU GUYS that all the hot girls are Republicans!!!!  AHAHAHAHA!!!  They LOVED IT!!!! 

     SEE, PATRIOTISM IS FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!

     WOOOOOOO   HOOOOOO!!!!!

Comments

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You're absolutely right.. those of us in the entertainment industry do have to stay quiet about our politics! that's why I have my blog, to vent, cos I sure can't do that with my colleagues.

Some harrowing stuff on your sight! The pics are... phew.