Sorry guys. No pictures or videotapes. You’ll have to take my word for it.
My girlfriend Renee and I arrived embarrassingly early to the Salon party hosted by Joan Walsh in Denver this past Saturday night. The party was between 7:00-Midnight. We were so excited to get out of the house and out on the town. We arrived at 7:20 with our party dresses on. We were way too dressed up and we didn’t care. It’s illegal to get gussied up in Boulder and we were taking advantage of a night out.
Upon our arrival, beautiful tall gracious Joan Walsh immediately greeted us with a big smile on her face and a warm hug.
She introduced us to people on her staff and showed us around the renovated home they were staying in for the week.
Among those we met was her equally beautiful and gracious daughter Nora. Only 18 years old, I quickly realized she was wise (and a bit of a wisecracker—story later) beyond her years, as she’s getting ready for college life in Brooklyn.
We were rubbing elbows with the powerful. Besides Joan, Arianna Huffington arrived, with her sister Agape. We met a beautiful woman from LA who was on Obama’s financial team, Don Hazen of alternet.com fame, and Tom with the green rim glasses, an engaging editor from NYC.
I spotted Dave Cullen from his picture and crossed the room to meet him.
This is when the evening started taking a turn for the weird.
Upon seeing me, Dave said, “Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar.” This puzzled me as I told Dave all he had seen of me was my avatar:
When I icily pointed out to him that I didn’t appreciate him thinking I looked like a psychotic Lucille Ball, he rolled over the floor laughing, thinking that was hysterical.
Our exchange was brief.
I continued to mingle for a couple of more hours and was getting ready to leave. I went to tell Nora (Joan Walsh’s daughter) goodbye and nice meeting her when she asked me a strange question. “Have you ever seen Real Housewives of Orange County,” she innocently asked.
“Yes, I have.”
“Well, you remind me of Vicky.”
VICKY? DID SHE SAY VICKY? BLOND DITZY FAKE EVERYTHING, ALCOHOLIC, OBNOXIOUS, NEEDY, LOUD, ALWAYS NEEDS TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION BRAZEN VICKY? VICKY WHO I COULDN’T STAND? VICKY, FOR WHOSE CHILDREN I’VE PRAYED FOR THAT THEY WOULD BE CURSED TO HAVE A MOTHER SUCH AS HER?
Poor Nora saw the look on my face and tried to backpedal. “Well, you don’t act like her, there’s just something in your face…”
I shot a look at Joan who had an empathetic knowing look all over her face. “You have every right to pretend my daughter doesn’t exist.”
I love her. She's so wise.
Between Dave and Nora, I walked out feeling like a schizophrenic younger version of Joan Rivers.
Nora tried to make it up to me by apologizing profusely (this was helping) and Dave and his crew befriended my friend and me by accompanying us to the Unity party, a crazy wild dance party sponsored by the GLBT.
These guys erased any bad feelings of the evening. They made every effort to make this middle-aged straight crazy looking woman feel sexy and young again.
I had so much fun dancing with them…way too much fun. If they were straight, I would have considered it cheating.
Thanks Dave! You guys made my night. However, I just read your blog, “Denver is Hot”. Hmmmm…I didn’t make the list of interesting people you met. I’m assuming it was an unintentional oversight.
I’m still working on forgiving Nora. This could take some time.
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