Some of you may know it was my birthday last week. All week. It was insane! (Thus the lack of posts.) (All together now, "Yeah, right!") Okay, okay - I realize I'm not the posting machine I once was, but you people have to understand, it's been a hell of a 6 months! First I moved, then I went to LA, then Holland (annoying!) then I came back and had to drive all the time... wah-wah. You get the idea. But honestly, I only now am beginning to feel caught up with myself. I actually told my husband the only thing I wanted for Christmas was to be able to say there was nothing on my To-Do list. (Soooo lame!) But soooo true.
Anyway, here's a little recap of my week for those of you that are interested. Because sharing actual opinions or crafting jokes about daily events on your blog is totally '06.
TUESDAY, NOV. 27 - My bday!
A bunch of people came out for
the show (which celebrated
Nichelle's bday, too), but no one really stayed after to party, so not having shaken what my mother gave me, I'll be honest... I was a bit depressed. Plus, as I was saying goodbye to the delish dish
Anne Altman, some insane older man walks by us and lets out a frightening bark an inch away from my face! Just in the nick of time, right before all was lost, up walks
Shawn Hollenbach who says, "It's Amanda Lepore's birthday. I'm going to the party at Lotus with Pete. Come along - it'll be a great surprise!" Pete being
Pete Stickles, my high school and college classmate, former housemate and current film and television star. It was a great night - we breezed in past the velvet ropes, got free drinks and all the bouncers recognized me from White Rapper. "Ha-ha! Do dat rap! Do dat rap!" We ran into
Michael Hogan (lately bartending at the Mo Pitkin's program MAX and later of
The Kill Point on Spike TV) and the fabulous Lady Rizo, so it turned out to be a full crew. Plus I danced at - not with -
Michael Musto, which really made my night. Here's what he had to say about the party:
Amanda Lepore's birthday party at Lotus last Tuesday was tremendous vertical fun—if you got in. The security guy at the door—one of those power-mad, not-loved-enough-as-a-child types—actually gave me a hard time because I don't have a driver's license or walk around with my passport taped to my forehead. Yes, the freak carded me and wouldn't accept the fact that I'm not only of legal age, I'm practically ready for AARP! I can understand that he was just doing his job, blah blah blah. The bigger problem was that when another doorperson with some sense came out to sweep me in, the brute sarcastically muttered, "You're welcome." "So you want to be thanked?" I said incredulously, "even though you tried every which way to keep me out?" With that, he angrily put his paws on me and demanded, "Get out!" and I complied, knowing that this is the kind of bully who has to win even when he loses. But just then, a higher-up ran out and swept me in again. I won!
Hey, Michael - the bouncers loved me! You just need to learn how to rap.
THE SHOW
LOTUS
Me and Pete, Me and Hogan. I look filled with collagen and I don't care.
Shawn with Amanda's cake.
Best bathroom ever, btw. Gurls, they have a machine that can straighten and curl your hair.
WEDNESDAY, NOV. 28 - PVC at Bowery
Nice show at Bowery - I was tired and went home afterwards. Only normal night that week.
THURSDAY, NOV. 29 - Goodnight, OJ and On the Rocks
Saw Livia's show at UCB - it was excellent. At only 30 minutes it barely showcased all her talents. I'm sure she'll do it again, hopefully longer next time. Skipped on down to The Duplex (because if you're going to The Duplex, you might as well skip) with
Diana and had a lovely show. There's a video - hopefully I'll get it. I need to embrace technology. Anyway...
Got a call from my friend
Gabe who was back in The Lion King for the first show apres strike. We met up in midtown and talked in my car for hours. Well, I don't know if it was hours, but it was long enough for my battery to die, anyway. (Did I mention that my car caught on fire the night of The Onion show? That it got fixed with stolen parts in Harlem? That I didn't leave NYC for my 7 hour drive "home" until 8:30 pm the night before Thanksgiving?) No. I didn't. Because I don't have time to blog. And now you know why. But I digress...
Gabe flags down a cab and I gingerly ask, "Do you have jumper cables?" The guy says, "25 bucks." Gabe thought we'd have to pay, and I didn't have any money, so we just looked at each other. Cabbie says, "Okay, okay, 20 bucks is fine. Go get my money." and proceeds to start hooking his car up to mine. The entire time he's working under the hood he's shouting, "Where's my money?!" I say that Gabe is coming. My hero returns with $20 and a Snickers bar (of course - never send a dancer on an errand and expect him to come back without candy or cigarettes) and the hack says, "Turn car on! Not that much! Okay - make it purr. Good." He unhooks his cables, gets in his car without saying a word - or putting the hood down - and then suddenly waves and says, "Good luck!" He was off like Santa in a big, yellow sleigh. Oh, and somewhere in there he tried to eat Gabe's candy bar. He was nuts. Sometimes you feel like one, sometimes you have no choice but paying for their aid.
FRIDAY, NOV. 30 - Joe Franklin's/Katina's party
Did a show for tourists in midtown at which a comic in town from London gave me a nice compliment. Come to think of it, he was the second Brit that week who was feelin' me - we had one at our birthday show, too. Blimey! After the show I headed over to
Katina's where I partied with a bunch of pretty girls who all had their picture taken by
Lianne, but it turns out Lianne lost her camera last night. I lost a camera once, too. It's very painful. But I found it again and now we have two, so, all's well that ends up on Flickr. I slept on Katina's floor that night, so Friday just kind of rolled right into...
SATURDAY, DEC. 1 - met up with Shawn/Delusions of Spandex/Quit Smoking!
Obviously a big day. Because my car was in Harlem and Shawn's keyboard was in my car, he and I abandoned our original plan of writing songs and had cheeseburgers instead. They were amazing and the only thing on Central Park North that cost less than $10. Holy crap, whitey! Why you gotta keep gentrifying the 'hood? Damn. Post-cow we bought him a tree from Duane Reade and decorated it in a flash so I could leave for the show. Delusions was wonderful, Phaea and Becca always put on a great shindig. Then I walked around the Lower East Side, unable to decide whether I should go home or go to another show. I finally decided I should go to KMart and buy Ramen noodles when a sweet older gentleman walked by me and said, "You have hemorrhoids." He's clearly very gifted. Either that or my pants were down.
And read all about The Gospel According to Ho here
