Just got home from a gig tonight at a country club. The place is literally a four minute walk from my house – sweet! The first time I went there I entered the gates and it was like entering the world of technicolor (see Wiz of Oz – Kansas vs. Munchkin land) I had decided to take a brisk walk there for a meeting in sweats (designer sweats mind you and carrying a Prada bag) Im not a label whore just giving you a preliminary picture of the diva.
There are folks wandering around in swim suits and shorts and flip flops all over the place. (members of course) Anyway, I am stopped after I enter the gates of this “private club” by security who promptly asks me if I am there to “fill out an application” EXCUSE ME? “Are you here to fill out an application for housekeeping?” I smile, hold up my perfectly manicured hands and said: “WITH THESE NAILS? I DON’T THINK SO!! I am still amused.
OK, I just about burst a vein laughing! I could picture this so perfectly! Thanks for sharing! XOXOXOXO You could have said that you were actually looking for a housekeeper and maybe they could let you know of any good applicants!
OK, I just about burst a vein laughing! I could picture this so perfectly! Thanks for sharing! XOXOXOXO You could have said that you were actually looking for a housekeeper and maybe they could let you know of any good applicants!
LOL! I wish I had thought of that one!
LOL! I wish I had thought of that one!
LOL oh my gawd!!! Well, preach on Diva, preach on!!
LOL oh my gawd!!! Well, preach on Diva, preach on!!