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SEXY BEAST V anthology -- Kensington Aphrodisia -- Genre: Sci-Fi/Future; Paranormal; Shifter
ISBN-10: 075821989X -- ISBN-13: 978-0758219893
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They're primed and primal, untamed and unstoppable, always ready to go further, harder, longer to bring a woman pleasure that's wild, fiery, and out of this world.

When Jain Roberts' ship crashes on a distant, futuristic planet, she's rescued by Kesuk, the lusty clan leader of the Arctic Bears. This magnificent creature with white-blond hair and a potent masculinity haunts her dreams--dreams he intends to make deliciously real, as he draws her into a realm of complete sexual abandon.

And what's extra cool? Yesterday she was on one of my favourite shows ever: Author Talk (Where Authors talk to other Authors). Go check it out here, it's hilarious. It's so unfair how hot and successful those ladies are ;)

e Grande Hotel, com Greta Garbo, às 23h45.

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Texto extraído do Jornal Folha de Londrina, edição de Sexta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2008.

Não percam! ;)

Bom final de semana para todos vocês!

fazia tempo que gata poder num aparecia por aqui, né?   =)

catei lá no last.fm

* Las cucarachas han cambiado muy poco desde su aparición en el Carbonífero, hace unos trescientos millones de años.

* Prefieren alimentos con gran contenido en almidón, grasas y azúcares, y pueden comer desde cuero hasta pegamento. (prefieren papel de 100€)

* Desarrollan su actividad durante la noche y pasan el 75% de su vida en una grieta, junta, o pequeña cavidad. (club, disco, pub)

* Son prácticamente ciegas, utilizando sus antenas en contacto continuo con las superficies para detectar vibraciones, cambios de temperatura y humedad, etc.

* Producen secreciones olorosas que llegan a afectar al sabor de la comida.

* Sus excrementos, así como partes de su cuerpo, pueden contener un elevado número de alérgenos que en personas sensibles pueden provocar urticarias, estornudos o lagrimeo severo. (Lo que llamamos ''efecto OXTE!'')

* Se las considera uno de los principales vectores de transmisión de enfermedades en el ser humano a través de la contaminación de alimentos y de utensilios de cocina por simple contacto.

só se passaram oito meses. ela apareceu em todos os jornais, programas, sites e comentários do don´t touch my moleskine possíveis.

mas quando ela sobre no palco, o carisma é o mesmo, até mais trabalhado. ela sabe absolutamente tudo o que está fazendo ali. é um ciborgue? porque né possível...

não, ela é uma artista, e artista sabe o que faz, sente o que faz, diz matias. tão segura de si, tipo uma cat power se tivesse sido "descoberta" pelo myspace e largado as drogas.

numa música, ela lembra marisa monte. na outra, los hermanos. ainda emenda, entre outra e outra, "i´ve just seen a face" e "your mother should know", dos beatles. se tem alguém dizendo pra ela que covers deve fazer, tá de parabéns. assim como johnny cash deve tá se revirando da tumba, agradecendo pelos mauricinhos que viraram fãs de folsom prison.

no último show dela com 15 anos, a piada mais recorrente da noite, mallu nem precisou mostrar nada _apenas um lindo vestido maria bonita.

ela é artista mesmo, ponto. e não importa se a galera de oito meses atrás nem se importa mais com ela (afinal, hype indie já era). ela tá ali, tem uma galera ok que mal sabe quem ela é, mas garante várias fotos e vídeos no celular pra, quem sabe um dia (ah, essa geração web 2.0)...

mas o negócio é: ainda tem muita gente que ainda vai descobrir a menina... e eu só quero ver onde isso vai dar...   =)

peguei do darkunagi

With pay-per-view bonuses Kim could make $400,000 to $500,000 a year.

--Bri Bella made her WWE television debut at the SmackDown taping last night from Pittsburgh,Pennsylvania.

Bella will be facing Victoria in a match that will be included on this week's edition of Friday Night SmackDown.

Bri is the twin sister of Nicole Bella as they are known as The Bella Twins.They are both signed under WWE developmental contracts and have been working in Florida Championship Wrestling for a year now.

come on, baby, do the loco-motion with me tchaptchap! o shuffle resolveu tocar little eva hoje. e "the loco-motion" entrou pro top das músicas para se escutar de manhã e ter um dia mais feliz   =)

chloë sevigny e terry richardson na capa da i-d de julho de 2003

She said she spoke to Melina last week about her injury. "I know she and I had a quarrels in the past and some were even shoots, but I know how it feels to be in her position and I feel bad for what she is going through." She also ran into Lilian Garcia, Tommy Dreamer and Lena Yada in Venice a few weeks ago.

"It feels like you just left a foster home when you leave the company because they were your family for so long. Everyone seems like they are doing good and I'm glad for that.

I wish them all the best and miss them bunches."

Massaro also promises on making good on some night clubs she was scheduled to appear at, but had to pull out due to the flu last week.

"I wanted you all to be aware of what is going on and send out as much positive energy and prayer to help her get through this difficult time in her life. The WWE has really helpful and understanding with her taking a little time off right now but she will definitely be back in full force before September."

MY OPINION: I wish her the best and hope she heals emotionally as much as possible before her return to the ring.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love

- Jane Austen

Someone had spread the rumor that the country superstar had died of congestive heart failure in the hospital; no reports have been made regarding who started the rumor and what exactly substantiated the claim.

Dolly Parton has been touring for the entire summer with her "Backwoods Barbie" tour and was wrapping up in Tennessee; she will now take a little time off before resuming her performances in Florida later this year.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH A VIDEO OF DOLLY PARTON AND KENNY ROGERS SINGING THEIR CLASSIC HIT "ISLANDS IN THE STREAM" IN THE 1980'S...

DioGuardi is currently one of the most successful songwriters in popular music as she has seen her lyrics placed to music by the likes of artists like Celine Dion, Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood, Santana and Pink.

Creator and executive producer Simon Fuller had this to say regarding Idol's newest edition:

“We are turning the heat up on ‘Idol’ this year and are thrilled to welcome Kara to the judges’ table...”

“She is a smart, sassy lady, and one of America's most successful songwriters. We know she will bring a new level of energy and excitement to the show.”

Apparently, the show's producers ALWAYS intended to have a 4th judge...but they were just waiting for the ratings to sag low enough to warrant being true to their original concept! ;)

CLICK HERE TO GO DIRECTLY TO KARA DIOGUARDI'S OFFICIAL WEBSITE!

That said, I really do not know that much about DioGuardi and I certainly have no idea what her personality is like; it will be interesting to see how she fits in with the bad "dawg" Randy, crazy Paula, the ascerbic Simon and of course, the most publicized, but most lacking in talent, Ryan Seacrest.

Oh...I'm only kidding about Mr. Seacrest...even if he brings very little to the table, he is an absolute fixture on the show, just as his idol Dick Clark was to American Bandstand...yes, I am old enough to remember my parents talking about American Bandstand... ;)

CLICK HERE TO READ A LITTLE ABOUT KARA DIOGUARDI'S BACKGROUND AND RISE TO WRITING STARDOM...

Afterwards, the two highly competitive racers bumped, scraped and rammed each other's cars as they both let out a lot of frustration and stored-up energy that came from the intense race.

Busch still leads Edwards in the Chase standings, but with his latest victory, Carl Edwards narrowed the margin to 212 points.

With superstars like Jeff Gordon, Jimmie Johnson and Tony Stewart having relatively-off years up till now, fans and NASCAR itself is probably excited to have these two guys start a legitimate rivalry.

The words after the race didn't do anything to cool off the tension between the two...TO WATCH A VIDEO OF CARL EDWARDS AND KYLE BUSCH EXCHANGING PLEASANTRIES, CLICK HERE...

Approximately 40,000 people paid to see the 50 year-old music superstar in action and they were treated to vintage Madonna as she revealed a ton of fishnet, sequined and bondage-type outfits as she performed some of her greatest hits like Borderline, Like a Virgin and La Isla Bonita.

But as usual, outside of the normal outfit-craziness, Madonna felt the need to inject some subtle political imagery into her show: mixing the image of John McCain withe images of Hitler and dictator Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe while having her favorite candidate for the U.S. Presidential election, Barack Obama, mixed in with Al Gore, John Lennon and Mahatma Gandhi.

Thankfully, Zogby, Gallup, Rasmussen and many other polling firms steered clear from utilizing Madonna's "base" for an upcoming poll on the 2008 U.S. Presidential election...

CLICK HERE TO WATCH MADONNA'S HIT "4 MINUTES TO SAVE THE WORLD", A COLLABORATION WITH jUSTIN TIMBERLAKE (IN ORDER TO REDUCE THE AVERAGE AGE OF THOSE PERFORMING ON THIS SONG...) ;)

I think the greatest self-promoter of my lifetime has finally started to wane in influence, stature and musical relevance.

Not such a bad thing, really!

Well, good for this nice kid!  He's a pretty talented vocalist and here's to hoping that he will be able to find his niche in the music world despite the best efforts of his father and others who seek to control his every move! ;)

The song is a bit too syrupy for my own tastes but there's no doubt that "CRUSH" will play very well among girls aged 8-17...so without further ado...CLICK HERE TO HEAR THE LATEST SINGLE FROM DAVID ARCHULETA, "CRUSH"!

"@ k soy monaaaa? con mi boquita tensa como el culo de la gallina?"

Si tía! Estas estupenda Pero cerrad la puerta bien cerrada. para que especies como vosotras no salgan mas en el mundo! Para que nunca se reproduzcan....

It is a sordid tale of trust, loyalty, disloyalty, apathy and disillusionment.

Shortly after 9/11, when the nation was in turmoil, I got a house-gig working with what would become the best band I've ever played in. I got the job like this: My bandleader at the time went on an extended crack binge, and seeing the "smoke signals," I hurriedly got some business cards and went downtown to make my availability known! A week or so later, the Lord blessed me with a job at BB Kings club downtown. We would be the backing band for the headliners, Larry Springfield (of "Star Search" fame), Ruby Wilson (OMG! Wait'll I get the chitlins to tell you about HER!), and the late, great, Little Jimmy King (gone too soon at 33!).

While I looked at it as just another gig, it turns out that there were guys in this group who had world class abilities. We consisted of the standard rhythm section plus trumpet and me on tenor sax.

The guitar player, Steve, had played with Howard Hewitt, Glenn Jones, Jeffery Osborn, Jill Scott, and saxophonist, Mike Phillips. The bass player, Anthony, was about 19 and had the chops of a guitar player. The drummer, Marles, was a beast. With much drama in his life! The trumpet player we ended up gettng, Marc, is the best trumpet player I have worked with, by far. And the bandleader, Jonathan, was in demand as a producer and has a voice that channels Donny Hathaway!

It is Jonathan, and headliner, Larry, through whom most of our opportunities for real industry work came. The management group for singer, Brian McKnight, on the advice of Larry, came to check us out in '02 to see if we would be the group to hire to back their client, model and singer (in that order), Cherokee. We got the job. I started to think that I was really on my way after that!

We did one gig, in D.C., before her deal fell through. She was one of pretty much a horde of cute little pop singers with average -- at best -- voices. It was a crap shoot with loaded dice.

Jonathan was in negotiations to do a production deal with a well-known singer whom I hesitate to name not out of fear, but because I don't want to cause Jonathan any problems since he -- amazingly -- still works with her at times. Besides, Kathy thought it wise that I not, as badly as I want to do it. Trust me, though, she is someone you have heard if you listen to any r&b music nowadays. It is she about whom I write. I'll call her Patty.

Jonathan ended up signing with her. Our deal with the club was that we could do outside work of any kind as long as we either told the club in advance, or hired a substitute to play our position. That turned out to be not so true. BB's is in Memphis, and Memphis is in the South. This factored in to a lot of the problems we had there.

So, JoNa, as we called him, would sub out quite a lot because in addition to being Patty's producing partner (she was working on her second record), he was also hired to head up her live band, which was peopled with young guys who JoNa said were unpolished and unhip. He had been trying to get Patty to hire the band he worked with in Memphis, and she was apparently, reluctantly, warming to the idea seeing how bad JoNa was.

In the summer of '03, I got a call from Jonathan: " You ready?" he asked.

"Ready for what?"

"Patty got booked to do this cruise, and she just fired her band! We in!"

My heart was beating like those cops on Rodney King! This was IT! "Yeah, I'm ready!" all teeth.

So we did the cruise with one rehearsal with Patty, (still another story) and did so well that Patty assured us (I got it on tape) that she would do right by us. Meaning that since we did the two shows for about $500 -- a pittance on that level -- she would do better in the future and that we would be her band. Here it was! I was in the industry! Just like I pictured it! Skyscrapers, everythang!* Now, I would get my chance to network with people who would hear me and hire me for bigger and better stuff. I would be able to make real money and not have to remain at the club where I had to argue just to get a bill** a night while they cleared 80 grand a week! Be aware that when you go to these tourist spots that the bands -- which drive the industry -- get chicken change. BB's would be Apple-B's without live entertainment. Someone needs to show that to management!

In July of '03, we got word that we were going to Detroit to headline a show at Ford Field, where the Lions play. Big show! We started rehearsing in Memphis five or six days a week. It was grueling and none of us liked it. We were being pushed hard. On top of that, Marc and I had to create horn parts for all of Patty's music, which had none. We did this before, too, and since she had just released a new album (you can still say "album." That is the forum, like a photo album. The CD is just the format. I've wanted to say that for a long time!), so we had to do it again for a whole record. Patty reserved the right to cut whatever we did, and this was a source of stress for Marc and me for obvious reasons. She never showed up for any of the whole month of rehearsals!

JoNa informed management that we would be gone Thursday, the 28th, and Friday, the 29th, and that we would be back to play on Saturday. We were cleared. 

I need to say this right here... Before we got the BB's gig, the band that had the job -- along with their frontman, blues singer, Preston Shannon -- left for a higher paying job at the now defunct, Isaac Hayes' Club one street over. They were rivals. Another good story there. They had by now been let go and were sniffing around back at our club for their job back. We had established a rocky relationship because we basically would not go for the "okey-doke." Jonathan, a militant with a gift (and a love) for arguing, would let nothing get by. They HATED him! But we were so good! 

We had been fired and re-hired by now, and the new management (hint, hint) had cooled to us significantly. We had been working Monday through Saturday, but Preston got them to give him Monday nights. We were not happy about it, but we were all good friends. We were upset at the bosses, not the labor. So now down to five nights a week, we were all wondering when the next shoe would fall. There were new rumors every hour. They still operate that way to this day!

So, "Yeah," JB, the club G.M., said, "We'll get Preston to sub for you guys. No problem." I heard him myself. 

Here it is.

We depart for Detroit and this gig, which by the way, pays about four hundred dollars less than it should. Patty has not done one rehearsal with us.

When we did the cruise, she barely spoke to any of us, as charming and Southern as we all were. We thought presumptuously that we would have her eating out of our collective hand. NOT! It was on that cruise that we learned pretty much all we needed to know about Patty.

The morning after the show, at about 8 AM, I got a call from Patty's manager saying that they were waiting on us down on the lower deck to sign autographs. We had been up all night celebrating a great show, and I was in no mood to be getting up after only three or four hours of sleep. I got up.

When we all got downstairs, Patty's manager gathered us all together and said frantically, "Thank y'all for coming down! Patty is having respiratory problems and she asked me to have you all sign autographs for her. There is a room full of people waiting for y'all!"

Now, right here, something started ringing in the back of my head.

When the manager, "Pinky," walked hurriedly into the room, we all hung back and I said, "Man, wassup it that? Don't nobody want our autographs! They came to see Patty! We ain't got no T-shirts wit our faces on 'em! They don't know us from a can of paint!" I really didn't want to go in that room and look like a fool.

"I do hope Patty is gonna be all right, though," I naively said.

Her background singer, Stephanie, gave me the Sister Mouth and shot, "Boy!! Ain't nothin' wrong wit that heffa!She just mad at TMC!"

Oh.

"TMC" (not his real name) was her boyfriend at the time. He went everywhere she did, and lived his living by meeting certain of her needs. He was an ex-con who was a "rapper," and they were supposed to be in lovvvve. Gonna get married. They fought like two cats though. A cougar and a tomcat. She has operated by the same formula for years. Still does.

So, they got into it about one trivial thing or another, and it meant that the band had to get up before the dolphins and endure the angrily muttered discontent of Patty's fans.

This was a precursor. I hope you're still with me. It gets better. Or worse, depending...

In Detroit, we went from the airport directly to the venue for a short sound check. Rather than just check everything out and go check in to the hotel, we launched into a full fledged rehearsal! No one was happy! What she should have done for a month in Memphis, which was her agreement, she tried to do for three hours in the stadium. The sound guys were livid. Curt and short. No one blamed them.

One thing: When Patty's people bought the tickets for the band, they took it upon themselves -- knowing full well that we had a regular gig to get back to -- to book our return tickets for Sunday! Meaning that we could get fired from BB's for not showing up for work Saturday night, on thin ice as we were. When JoNa found this out, he called Patty's management, and through a lot of back-and-forth, it wound up that the only solution was that each returning band member would have to pay $100 of his own cash to have the tickets changed. Apparently the only returning flights for such short notice were a lot higher, and an hour NORTH of Detroit in Flint!

So, this big star with all this money and clout, who promised to "do right by us," couldn't foot the bill for a huge mistake made by her own people? She would pass it down to guys who had to scrap a living $100 at a time.

After our sound check/rehearsal, we checked in to the hotel (where all the people coming to the gig were staying. Remember that!), and went to dinner at a fancy restaurant where I met mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick.

We needed a place to rehearse the next day, and they ended up finding a place way 'cross town in the hood. We had to take about three cabs to get there. We spent our own money, which was to be reimbursed. "Was this how it was?" I asked myself. "On this level?" Shoot! I did a chitlin-circuit blues festival back in '96 in Alaska with Little Jimmy King that paid twice as much ( I had to strong-arm him for my cash! He tried to pull a fast one on me. I got fired when I got back home...), and we were chauffeured everywhere! We didn't have to hail no doggone cabs!

Patty wasn't with us, though. She took her three background singers shopping with her while the band kicked off the rehearsal! We couldn't believe it! The singerswere the ones who needed the dadgum practice! Besides, Marc and I needed to know what she thought of the lines we had written, and we needed the time to make the changes and commit them to memory. But she was busy shopping!

They rolled up, with TMC, about four hours later -- now, this is the day of the gig -- falling out of the car with bags of clothes crackling like Christmas morning.

The backing singers line up on the stage with their music stands to hold the lyrics (!) and we get going. Patty is looking mean and surly sitting up against a wall in the front of the room. She proceeds to change everything -- the horn lines (she cut most of them), the vocal arrangements, the feel -- everything.

The tension was thick like rush hour in Beijing. Everyone was on edge and snapping at each other. This was definitely not the way I envisioned the "Music Business." No fun anywhere to be found.

After a couple of hours, we took a break. Marc, formerly of Preston's band, either called or got a call from Tom, Preston's sax player. They were engaged in casual conversation until it turned to the subject of BB's.

It went something like this: "So, how's it going at the club?" Marc asked.

"It's cool, you know. Same ol' stuff. You know how they are. I'm getting ready to head down there now. After tonight, one more night of it, then you guys can have it back!" Tom complained.

"Wait! Whaddaya mean, 'one more night'?" Marc asked.

"Yeah. You know... Thursday, Friday, Saturday."

"Naaaw. You guys aren't doin' tomorrow! WE are!" Marc exclaimed.

"All I'm sayin' is what JB told us. You guys are out the rest of the week." Calm as a fish pond.

"I'll call ya back!" Marc hung up.

When he told us what had just happened, a sense of dread came over all the guys in the band.

Jonathan got on the phone immediately with JB. All of us were there, Patty too, sitting over there in the corner looking totally disinterested.

"JB! I specifically told you we would be out Thursday, and Friday, and that we would be BACK to play SATURDAY!!!"  "What?!?" " No, I specifically TOLD YOU SATURDAY!" "WHAT?!?" "NAW! I don't care!"  "WELL YOU GOT TA TELL PRESTON HIS BAND AIN'T WORKIN'!"  "WHAT KINDA BIZNESS Y'ALL RUNNIN' DOWN THERE? IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING! WE WORK EXTRA, AND THE MONEY AIN'T ON THE CHECKS, WE COME DOWN THERE, AND Y'ALL TELL US WE OFF... Y'ALL TREAT US LIKE SOME SLAVES!!"  "WE CHANGED OUR FLIGHT PLANS SPECIFICALLY SO WE COULD GET BACK TO PLAY SATURDAY!"  "WHAT?!?"  "I DON'T CARE!" "YOU DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO, AND I'LL DO WHAT I GOTTA DO" " WHAT?"  "I'LL CALL TOMMY (the club owner)  MY SELF!"

By now, I got heart meat all in the back of my mouth hearing this...

"Hello? Tommy? This is Jonathan.  I just got off the phone with JB. Yeah. He double-booked the club Saturday."  "Well, yeah, we're in Detroit now, but I specifically told him we would be there tomorrow! He fired us."

(WHAT?!?!?!)

"Okay. If that's the way you want it. We'll never work there again!"

(WHAT?!? "WE?!?")

He hung up. The room was like a wake. All we needed was the body.

"JB fired us. (US?!?) Tommy said JB was in charge. It was his call." Jonathan revealed.

There it was. With Patty and everybody listening, this gig had gotten us fired. The club had us (or Jonathan, so they thought) where they wanted us. We wondered what role the other band had had in all of this. Jonathan -- who was going to sub out at BB's Saturday, by the way -- had gone to bat for us in a big way, and we all were canned.

Immediately I went into rationalization mode: We were in the industry now. Who needs BB's? Pee on 'em. (I was mad, forgive me.) We were the famous Miss Patty's band now! BB's was peanuts! They'd be watching us on tee vee!

With great effort, we resumed rehearsal under this pall. We returned to the hotel with only a couple of hours till showtime.

While we were getting dressed, my roommate, Steve (Nope. She wouldn't even spring for individual rooms! I bet David Sanborn never had to share a room with Steve Gadd!) got a call. After he hung up the phone...

"We ain't playin', mane." He said with a chuckle and a tone of "I told you."

"What!"

"The gig is off, dude. We ain't playin." He was laughing now. First fired, now this. "Patty called the show off. We done."

Okay, give me a little leeway here. One of the three background singers, Michelle, is amply endowed in the posterior region. She is huge in the backside. She is enormous in the trunkular area. Biggest tailfeather I've ever seen shake! And the funny thing is, it is exactly properly proportioned! I mean, if you boiled her down evenly, by the time she got down to a size two or four, she would be Halle Berry, or some perfectly-shaped starlet. But there would be a LOT of grease on the floor!

But she is about a 70'' in the hips. No lie. The thing is... a lot of Brothers like that kind of thing. You would be surprised. Most Black guys are "butt men." But Michelle got stuck in the Butt Line in front of Angelina Jolie and Miss Jane Hathaway and the last fifty years of Miss Americas.

Here's what happened: In what appears to have been an attempt to start some trouble, one of the other singers told Patty, "TMC shole is lookin' at Michelle booty!" You couldn't NOT see it! You could see it from the front if you were facing the other way with your eyes closed!

(Don't worry. Kathy knows all of this, and is not upset.)

That was all that was needed.

An argument apparently ensued between Patty and TMC (he was innocent it turns out.), and Patty's famous "respiratory problems" showed up.

"Naw," I told myself. "This woman ain't gonna cancel a show 'cause she got into it with her boyfriend! She ain't gonna just sit in her room while all these thousands of people who came from all over the country on planes and buses go to the stadium and wait on her to show up! She ain't that selfish."

So we got dressed and went down to the lobby to wait to be driven to the venue. As we were waiting with our instruments, people began streaming out of the hotel on their way to the place. "I know y'all gonna kill it!" they all said as they passed and saw our faces. And recognized us for later.

And we sat. And sat. And Patty never showed.

About thirty minutes after we were supposed to be playing, and earning the money for our month of hard work, and justifying getting fired, Pinky came down, looking all troubled, "Patty is having trouble breathing. She won't be able to perform." Just like that.

We ambled back to our rooms and pondered our fates. I had just gotten married, and now I was out of one job, and unsure about another. And how were we going to make it out of this hotel with everyone seeing our faces and knowing we stood them up?!? I could only pray that God would sustain me like He had done for the fifteen years before I had even met "Patty".

Guess what? About an hour later, some of us were at the front desk in our civvies trying to decide where to eat when Pinky popped up, "Good! Here you are! Go get dressed! They want you to perform anyway! Hurry up! Stephanie is gonna do Patty's set!"

So, with much fear and reluctance, we went to the stadium without Patty, who sulked in her room and let us take this beating for her, and proceeded to lay he biggest, stinkinest egg ever laid in the history of Show Bidness.

Those people, out of at least HUNDREDS, if not thousands of dollars, formally dressed, saw us up there sans Patty and hit the exits like it was the second quarter at a Lions' game! Within twenty minutes we were playing for the wait staff as they cleared the tables of dishes that had not been used! If they had dropped US on Hiroshima, we probably would have blown up all of Asia!

The next day, on the way back home to nothing, Patty, with the Stones of a safe cracker, peeked onto the bus and said, "Sorry. These things happen." And left.

"These things happen?" I said. "Yeah. They happen when you MAKE 'em happen!"

Patty sat there and watched us lose our jobs at home, and AFTER that, cancelled a show she could have done, and let us take the heat for it. Because she was mad at her boyfriend.You can understand why I want to say her name. I have seen her make a spectacle of herself on tee vee and recognized her abhorrent behavior.

That was the Injury. The Insult is that we didn't get paid!!! Some guys eventually got half. Jonathan wound up -- I know -- giving me mine out of his pocket.

That was the last time Marc and I "played" with Patty.

That is another story.

* "Living for the City" Stevie Wonder

** $100

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