This old photo made me howl. It's ME (original brown hair) and some Chippendales guys.
A leopard never changes their spots OBVIOUSLY.
When this shot was taken, I was about the same age as my daughter is now. When I showed her the picture, she said 'Oh REALLY Ms. Prim and Proper".
See, I've made my daughter think that when I was her age - I was an ANGEL. WHAT I MEANT WAS I was occasionally IN HEAVEN. Here's the crazy story behind this snapshot.
I was then a morning DJ on WRNW Radio in Westchester County, N.Y. I read in the news one morning that Chippendales
was opening in NYC. I had a brainstorm while I was on the air. I ran out of the studio during a commercial break down the hall to my bosses office and asked him if I could take a few listeners to Chippendales
with me for a radio promotion. He said OK.
I ran back to the studio and in between music segues asked if any listeners wanted to come with me to Chippendales
and gave the station phone number. The phones started ringing off the hook. I ran back out to my bosses office in between commercials and asked him if he could get me a bus? He said OK.
I ran back to the studio and the phones were still ringing off the hook. I ran back during the next commercial break and asked my boss if I could have another bus. A few busses later he asked me to stop it.
On the day of the Chippendales
trip, I arrived to the big parking lot meet up location to greet my radio listener entourage. A parking lot full of buses and women of all ages cheering. Off we went to NYC. Inside the Chippendales
Club in NYC the women let loose. Every single woman tried to buy me a drink. This photo was multiple martinis later.
Women as you know don't often do this kind of thing so suffice to say they were a little wild. At the end of the show, Chippendales
opened it's doors to mortal men and became a nightclub. I did not get this memo. Smart on their part to make available hundreds of 'whipped up' 'wound up' 'horned up' women to a slew of 'wised- up' available men . This led to a load of trouble.
Just as the nightclub action was beginning. my radio promotion timeline was ending. My job was to get all the women back into the buses to go home. According to my head count, I'd lost 35 women. The buses had to leave and I knew I'd be in a lot of trouble if I lost 35 women. I also knew there had to be some kind of radio station liability on that.
Outside the club 'mostly' full buses of drunk happy women were impatiently idling. After begging the bus drivers to let me run back in to Chippendales
'just one more time' to try and find the stragglers,
(I went back in a hundred times) the buses would not wait anymore. My 2 best girlfriends on one bus pleaded till they were blue, not to leave me behind in NYC, but the buses pulled away while I was looking for the lost women in what became a dark pulsing nightclub wreaking of estrogen and testosterone.
In a dizzy tizzy, I tried to call my boss at 1am from the payphone on the street for advice. No answer. I tried to call a limo company the station used. No answer. No more loose phone change either and I could not remember my 'calling card' number. (Cellphones did not exist)
I spent the next 2 hours locating all the lost drunk women and every time I would round up like 6, I'd drag them out to the street out in front of the place, flag a taxi , shove them in, give the driver directions to the bus parking lot 40 thousand miles away
, and yell for them to send me the bill.
I did this 7 times until about 3am when I found myself standing alone on First Avenue in NYC wiped out from all the freakin commotion with no ride home. I could not even squeeze into the last taxi.
Then out of the blue, a white car roared up honking containing 3 of the women I knew came along that were somehow now in a car. They scooped me up and drove me back to the big parking lot we'd left from, and I drove my own car home and passed out about 4am in that red get up you see me wearing . A minute later
at 5:30am the night radio DJ was madly ringing my home phone trying to find out where the hell I was since he was spinning records for my morning show which had started without me. Needless to say my boss and I were behind closed doors that morning for long time. We may have lost the bus account I don't remember. I do recall the taxi bill equaling my annual salary. I also recall a load of women had a hysterical night and still thank me for that memory.
ANYWAY, after staring at the photo, my daughter ( who now knows I was not an angel
) asked me what I thought those Chippendales
guys from back then look like now? Hmmm. StillAStud?
Wonder if our StillABabe pals at Chippendales
might know that answer?