Naked at Places

A Farewell of Sorts

2008-08-06T14:18:00.000-07:00

For those of you who have read and been a part of this blog - I say thank you! As the last of the bloggers to leave it saddens me to say Adieu. But there are new paths to venture down and new promises await us all. Thanks to everyone who helped make all these funny stories a verision of the truth. If ever anyone is doing a show at the infamous spot....let me know I will give you rights to this space.

love all!

This Joint is JUMPIN'

2008-05-20T17:38:00.000-07:00

That's right folks the Ain't Misbehavin Cast is rockin' around the Peoria area stirring up trouble. You won't catch them coming home dragging they showed their metal from the beginning that included a BBQ and shots of Milagro Tequila (nothing but the finest here). It was good food and lots of laughs had by the pool. They also ventured out to Scottsdale it a wonderful little wine bar. At this establishment Michael was bought a bottle of wine from a gentleman at another table and Nakeisha gave her number to the server - OH MY!! Could the shinanigans continue?

What felt like an all too long rehearsal process final came to an end with a grand opening night. The audience cheered and applauded. The cast and crew came out to party in all their finery.

And of course they had this to say at the end of the evening:

Set Us Free...Set Us All Free

2008-04-26T12:34:00.000-07:00

Sixth Week - Revel in Murder and Madness
The salty sailor has been adopted into Jekyll's family after a rejuvenating hike into the Red Rocks. We are hoping that this will help him spend a little less time at the Red Rat pining over girls in silk and lace in black and red. Jekyll's brother proves that he might have a little of the family madness. By the end of the week he was consuming Formula HJ69 like water, participating in puppet madness and all the general shinanigans. Unfortunately the end of the week brought a disturbing event - the departure of the puppets. Jekyll was returning to the big city (lust like a raging desire was unleashed on the city by Hyde – or so the rumors go) and taking our furry friends with him. But never fear while the puppets take up residence in India, they will be sorely missed by all who fisted them. While the first mate and Jekyll were on this trek, Lady B chastised others exclaiming “enough of this brouhaha.” She could have been referring to the sin with no name going on during Murder, Murder.

Seventh Week - They’d only see the tragedy, they would not see our intent…

These new sweet sensations are coming to an end. But we were determined to leave this experiment with a bang (or at least some well placed flash paper). Hyde’s return brought on some more brouhaha. The Board made one final journey to the Silver Fox to consume more of our favorite formula and sing out our woes. The governors rocked it out with a little help from some Red Rat ladies. The tavern really got rocking as the Bishop and Nellie wailed out “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” (Very Nice!) Lucy pulled out her signature move and climbed up on the tables for dancing. The Bishop tried to disguise himself while causing more havoc, but unfortunately he too closely reminded everyone of our dear “Poops.” But this event sparked more mistaken identities – The truth other men do not see. I don’t like it, Henry. And no one liked the last day of this experiment called show. Our final journal entry for this seven week journey into the minds of man was truly an experience. Many tears were shed, and laughs shared, a toast given and goodbyes said. Jekyll (or was it Hyde) left us early to prepare for his next experiment in India. A stotic group tried to be wise and analyze the situation to avoid the emotional pitfall but... Not this time, John. A gathering at the ladies of the night’s house left us with incriminating photos of the men of London and Harlem in a pair of small white spankies. (someone please send me some photos). Here’s to the Night!!

For I will live inside you forever… and this show I am sure will live with all of us for a long time to come. We will all ponder the question were we "a good cast...[were we] a bad cast"?

Have a safe jourrrrrnnnneeeeyyyyy!

One final word from Hyde:

Once Upon a Dream Dating Service

2008-04-11T22:18:00.000-07:00
Proposition number 931(A Mission Statement): To help the doomed, broken souls of the puppet community in the name of compassion (and medical science) find love and companionship. In order to further this endeavor we happily present these personal ads produced by members of the cast of Jekyll and Hyde and in conjunction with producing partners, Don Eduardo and Captain Morgan.

Should any of these personal ads cause you to feel lost is love's embrace just know you are free now to call these wonderful puppets. Don't make it just a dream! And should you find yourself longing to make a connection please send us your video for posting.

Although should you be looking for something a little on the offside; please remember that Denise has a dirty whorish mouth - if you need me (ohhh!), when you need me (Ahhh!) you know where to find her.

Wait for the "Weh Weh"

2008-03-21T21:31:00.000-07:00

So our dear blogger Denise is off in the Backyard...located in York, Penn. Working hard everyday on making the sunlight shine on the little drama of the Tale of the Mighty Knights. Most of her first days were spent helping set up the kingdom and discovering who the players were. The most important player it would seem is an Egg. The Egg goes by many names: Eggbert, Eggy, Eggwin and seems to acquire friends easily. Could this egg truly be the reason that Denise was brought all the way to this desolate land of York. Eggbert seems to vary in size - sometimes growing, sometimes shrinking. He has distinctive purple dots as his camoflauge. But most importantly is that it is self propelled. That is right the egg moves on its own. Pay no attention to the wheels underneath, and the sound of a humming motor and the man behind curtain with the remote. This scary little egg is moving all over the stage. Speaking in the strange language of "Weh.Weh" If seen you should run...Denise has heard that this egg has been sighted flying above fields and lurking around a place called Dragon Mountain. This could only mean one thing - the egg is dangerously close to cracking and who knows what is inside. ps - I heard it was a dragon - but don't tell!!

By a vote of 7 votes to none, Proposition 930 has been approved

2008-03-15T23:35:00.000-07:00

March 16th - Week two. Strange things are afoot at the Silver Fox, having had consumed too much Formula HJ69 combining the Patron serum with Love Potion number 9. After cheery gay tunes (awkwardly long versions of "My Humps", drunken minors just out of house arrest getting newsboys shots of Jaeger, womens' standards sung by men in octaves only heard by dogs, and too many pool and darts games), the revelry soon turned amuck.

Whataburger

The caravan took a slight detour to visit hamburger touting trannies named Angel where facilities were offered without question (ie the dumpster). Others chose the WC.

The events that shall not be spoken of: (except here by the top secret bloggers).

Jekyll quickly tranformed reveling his true side: that of a nudist. He quickly converted the entire Board of Govenors to dip in hot springs. Harold Hill had a preview as the Bishop revealed his sin. "Very Nice". The apothecary decided to use himself as the subject of his own experiment in facial reconstructive surgery. He was unaware that he risked death. There were not enough antidotes for Constable Corky. The Bishop's moon shone bright that night as the Bishop couldn't convert him, even with sensibly placed jazz hands. Could he see inside the Facade??

The Board conferred; they decided the wounds didn't run deep enough. Jekyll and the first mate treated him with their own version of sympathy and tenderness thanks to the sun city ladies who lunch. The next day would bring an event that deserved fur. The saving grace of the newest hooker in town deflected the wrath of Charlie's angels.

Chambermaid Casey fled the queendom, but not without her own share of evil potions. Soon balls aplenty were flying.

It seemed all was right in the land, minus a few OD's and the first mate gets shore leave.

Little did we know, it would change his soul...and the blog as well.

2008-03-12T23:00:00.000-07:00

March 12th - We are here, we are all here. It is week two of this experiment called "show". Our captain has left us and soon the first mate will be as well (only for two and two). Left are only a few guest bloggers, Michael and Nick.

How far do we go back? We have to go back to the place where the journey started, a little town of Anatevka where we first departed, charting a course to March 7th on the trail of Tevye's tears. But who is...this woman...that I see....Someone a tailor would desire? And why is Poole leaking blood from every orifice? Nary (insert finger wag). I don't like it.

Lookout Dalton sailed us straight to the bishop's birthday, a surprise it was not...it was in dire need of a savior, but all we got were bad ABT dancers (insert scowling look from michael). "And by that I mean American Ballet Theatre". Lots of Centerstage drama left us wondering what would prevail through the iceburg of tech week.

DEAD AHEAD

Fast forward to tech (one day later). A lot of people talking, no one agreeing. Costumes, trains and fabric everywhere, but where is the blood we seek? Maybe we could find it if there was a little more light on stage. PS, what show are we doing? Sweeney? Even the barbor would have hopped on Lady B's train, destination: Ping Pong Plaza with a Choo Choo Charlie and a .... class act.

How many times can one die? Or ways? No, we were right. Would you just die already? Bruised, bloodied and confused, we sailed into port on the coattails of alcohol consumption. Shore leave was not as expected. Strange new, sour sensations were discovered. The experiments went out of control, we are out of control, but yet Hillbilly Hyde came to the rescue. We also discovered the humor of a notebook: salty, bitter taste...slight feeling of euphoria, like the feeling of a salt water enema after too many WOW chips (insert slightly off look by Michael).

Allergic reactions to the environment caused weary bodies, bruised egos, and a need to rest by the waters.

We leave you with this one thought: Why does the dirty old bishop look like Mango from SNL?

PS - I'm just saying that Denise (a hypocrite) has a dirty whorish mouth.

A Night Out in the NYC!

2008-01-07T20:06:00.000-08:00

Please note that Whit was so drunk he skipped two months the date should have been Dec 14th.

Hee hee - Thanks guys for a wonderful night. Whit had this to say at the end:

It's 3:24 am and I'm going to fall asleep to the sounds of Bradley Whitford and the rest of the cast of the greatest show in television. Hi I am whit and this will be my final blog of the evening. It was a glorious night full of spice, sweet, sour, and singing. A night where new friendships were formed and old friendships forged stronger like a finely welded sword. I can think of no fonder memories, no better companions, and no such precious moments in my young and illustrious life. I'd like to bid you all from coast to coast and border to border a wonderful evening and a happy happy holidays. May you dream upon a candy cane and fill your wishes with drinks and merriment.

this is your captains final and tobasco log saying, good night

Gala 2: The Sequel, The Affair Continues....

2008-01-04T23:01:00.000-08:00

Another New Year's Eve, Another Gala. This year we added to the title of the "grandest affair in town" the aka "There's gotta be something better then this!" But really how could there be, as our photos will show. The day started out just like any other. "Monitor problems and we couldn't possible go on!" let's Take Fifteen. The actors wonder if they would every eat lunch let alone dinner. Or have the chance to buy alcohol - Don't worry they bought alcohol as you will see.

The cast size had double. Have you ever seen 50 plus actors (esp gay men) trying to pile into two ensemble dressing rooms and two star dressing rooms. It is ridiculous. People were lucky to claim a spot on the carpet to sit down. Surprisingly enough the Gala start ONTIME!!!!

The show...well whatever. It was a show. There was a march, sort of. The highlights are a tequila shot prior to Seasons of Love, John too drunk to remember his words, Jeff and Flosi drunk and saying naughty things about Denise in the booth. And that covers it. Now on to the real events of the evening. (PS Denise is currently hopped up on cold medicine please forgive the speelling.)

Yes we Drunk! - just so you know. And this is at the beginning. (And yes, Zanna is wearing a zebra dress. Deal.)

Denise had worn flip-flops and a pink and white plastic watch for most of the night, in her role as stage manager. However, once the show was over, the watch came off, the shoes were changed (with a little help from her date) and it was time for her to party too.

Next up was a tribute to Ugly Betty. "Henryyyyyyy!"

We miss you, Ugly Betty.

Last time we saw this hot man he was driving about in a mini-van, but clearly he's
just as hot while busting a move. Is the glorious Jeannie dancing with him or pointing and laughing? We'll never tell. (Please note the balloon corpses littering the floor. They were still there for rehearsal the next morning.)

And speaking of hot men, Mike has still got it. He is a total chick magnet, though they might just have been being nice since he's moving to Seattle. We miss you, Mike! (And speaking as your fiancee, Zanna says to stop letting all those other women hang on you.)

You may (or may not) recognize a former blogger in this next photo. Believe me, you don't want to know what the Christmas tree did to piss him off. All I'll say is that it deserved it.

It was an exhausting night.

This might not be legal.

2007-12-10T19:53:00.000-08:00
No, not the pictures you're about to see: but since Denise is in New York, Zanna is blogging alone. This is new ground for Naked At Places, friends. There's no one to stop us this time. And no one to check our spelling and grammar. Woo-hooo! City on fire!

Anyway.

Tonight was holiday party time. After eating far too much delicious food (the potato thingies, the brie, and the ravioli were the big hits of the night) which we cleverly did not take pictures of, and drinking far too much wine from a box (seriously, Zanna had made it through college and grad school without ever drinking wine from a box. Now she has. And she's not real sober. Let her know if her spelling is bad, ok?) anyway, after the feast, the picture taking started. There was a family photo:

And a dance-troupe photo:
(Mary Grace, your hair looks fine!)

And then there were bluebirds, because, let's face it, it's not a party without a bluebird. This was most definitely a party, because there were two. First, a pretty bluebird:

And then we had this mess.
Nice shoes, though.

Then we had the traditional White Elephant Exchange. Blogger Zanna, being scarred by such events at her grandma's house, stayed well out of it, but Ashley was unafraid. I'm sure her candles will not go to waste--unless they were stolen away from her after Blogger Zanna left the party. If you're real lucky, you'll get an update.

It was generally agreed that Jen won the best prize of the evening.

Santa Claus was, indeed, in attendance, and rumor has it that he said he missed Denise and her dirty whorish mouth.

We Didn't Start the Friendly Fire...

2007-11-22T19:05:00.000-08:00

But we did enjoy the turkey. Tastes Delicious. We all gathered at Kyle and Michael's for our Thanksgiving feast. Everyone had slaved over their stoves to make scrumptious dishes for each of us to consume. Though it broke her heart, Zanna even brought the 99 cent jellied cranberry sauce. It was a good thing that Michael thought ahead since Darius failed to show with the cornbread stuffing. Michael struggled in a crazy kitchen trying to get all the last minute preperation together. This included dealing with three pans of mashed potatoes from the Spuds Shepherd, Mary Grace. Josh did the great honor of carving the turkey, after all he was the only straight man in attendance.

When we finally sat down we all ate ourselves into a food coma. Everyone was such wonderful cooks that it was hard to say no to a second helping. Thanksgiving is not a sprint, it is not for the weak. It is a marathon only for the strong minded. (at this point our guest blogger, Mike was playing with an adorable beagle puppy far far away). Some of the players in our Thanksgiving adventure could not continue without a little break (this is where the strong minded thing comes into play). They crashed out on the couch. And this is a candid photo!!

After a quick break, where we all called our families, we dived into the desserts. And then the games began. For any of you out there who know our beloved Randall...beware. He does not fool around when it comes to games. Extremely cutthroat. No messing around - You have been warned. And so a game of Catchphraze ensued. Denise could smell the stupid, it was all around. First the rules, that alone took an hour to explain. And then the contraption - "Which button do I push?" And then the things that were said, "It comes from a black cow," "Little drops of poop," and of course the title of today's blog sung eloquently by Kyle "We didn't start the fire" as the clue for FRIENDLY FIRE. All good fun. Unfortunately "Ugly Betty" came on in the middle of programming and the bloggers had to flee or learn the end without knowing the beginning. Besides most of the evening was over, Randall was peacefully sleeping like papa does after a giant turkey dinner...

I am sure that if Randall were awake he would say what the plant says:

WE'RE BACK!

2007-11-10T22:10:00.000-08:00

That's right. Zanna's back in town. After a joyous blogger reunion, Zanna and Denise lobotomized a pumpkin or two. But that wasn't the only fun they had that evening: pumpkin carving was really only a side activity to keep the competitors loose. What competitors, you ask? Why, the competitors in the Second Annual Great and Glorious Beer Pong Tournament.

Last year's champions Tim and Lisa Ann were dressed to kill and ready to decimate the competition, but they were knocked out in the early rounds. Better luck next year, Tim and Lisa Ann. At least you looked great.

Though Zanna and Mike were good enough to beat last year's champions, they choked in the semifinals, very much like the Steelers in far too many AFC Championship games. Perhaps they'll get that Beer Pong Super Bowl ring next year.

But who won the Great and Glorious Beer Pong Tournament of 2007, you ask? We the bloggers won't keep you in suspense anymore--we'll show you some familiar faces instead. That's right, the champions, the winners, the owners of bragging rights for a year, are Naked At Places' very own Denise and Flosi! Woooo!

Our third-placers were too bitter (and perhaps too tipsy) to stand on the podium, but the second place team of Adam and Brielle was more than happy to pose for a photo op with the winners.

The prize was, of course, a duck.

The duck, when asked to give its perspective on the tournament, said only: "Denise has a dirty, whorish mouth."

Help I am Lost in Ikea....

2007-10-16T10:54:00.000-07:00

Help, it is true. My brother "Carlos" is lost in the Ikea. There have been several sightings but so far no vision of him at the checkout center. For those of you who were around last summer you will remember "Carlos" he worked crew and in the shop, while delighting us with his projector for "movie night." However on a innocent trip to Ikea I seem to have lost him. The day started out normally...entering the gigantic metropolis of urban, cheap furniture. "Carlos" was in good spirits despite the fact that we were dragging him out shopping.
We wandered into the chair and couch section - this is where it happened. He must have sat down in this or some other comfortable chair and well perhaps decided to take a little catnap. Without realizing it we must have moved on and we haven't seen him since.

Many people have written in with sightings of "Carlos" - a few have even sent in some photos that they have captured. But so far no one has been able to help him get out of the Ikea. One kind woman found this picture on her camera - it seems to show "Carlos" struggling over the map of the enormous facility. I am sure he is searching for the quickest way out - but those short cuts can be tricky. Also I recieved this photo from a family in the Dakotas that captures "Carlos" in despair over dinnerware. I can only assume that after days of wandering around the place for days he has become delusional in his search for food. Thank goodness this family took pity on him and guided him to the food court, where it is reported that he filled up on pasta and Mountain Dew.

As of the time of this post "Carlos" was said to have been spotted in the the warehouse area of the monstrous building. So close to the exit that he can probably feel the breeze on his face and the sound of cars on the freeway racing by. Hopefully soon "Carlos" will be reunited with his family who miss him. And then he can return to life as normal, but I don't think that he will be venturing into any large store anytime soon. (sorry Super WalMart)

If "Carlos" were here I am sure he would say: "Denise you have a dirty whorish mouth."

**Note all names where changed for privacy purposed***

Embrace Your "CHAPTERS"

2007-10-04T13:34:00.000-07:00
Little Shop is Open for Business. Little Shop opened with all the normal hoopla of a Third Season Opener. And the show keeps right on rolling along. (although we desperately wish that MORE people would come and see the show - tell your friends - Randall's sparkling curtain speeches don't seem to be doing the trick). Tim and Kaitlynn, along with the rest of cast simply hang in the "somewhere thats green" room. Sometimes we do fun events like "Shiner Day" All the crew girls, desperately hoping to be like Audrey wore "shiners" It doesn't get much better then this folks - top that "uni-brow day".
The main cause of excitement seems to be whether or not the plant grows properly or if Denise can announce the right Act to start. WASTED! Despite the small size of the cast and its relative innocent outward appearance - The chapters are flying. I mean really with puppet fisting, condoms breaking and whores promoted (not to mention that the local paper quoted "Audrey likes S & M"). Starting it all off was Randall telling a reporter "When I am in Audrey, I am Audrey" - I mean really folks - Kurtis, you dirty whore - these people are giving you a run for your title. Whit would be so proud. For those of you locals - Randall and Denise have put a FABULOUS display of photography from the past two seasons in the Encore Room. You should really check it out - see if you made the wall of fame.
DRUMROLL please!!!! I know that all of you have been waiting for this moment. THE ARIZONI AWARDS! I know it was a truly delicious moment. I mean 27 nominations is alot. We captured 7 of the 13 categories we were nominated for - not too shabby for the first year. Tim was a humble winner in the category of Best Supporting Actor. He was caught on film being so gracious and appreciative at winning the award. It is rumored that Kurtis went into a jealous rage when he found out - ripping faux fur and beads from everything in sight. Sorry Bud Frump there is a new bitch in town - Jacobina!
Also in attendance was Lindsey Clayton sock puppet. She was photographed on the red carpet and everything - picture coming soon. Other winners of the evening were Tralen for direction and choreography of the "magically excessive" La Cage. Which Martha also won for costumes. WGR and Alan for musical direction and EMF for Best Supporting Actress (we won't even mention what Lindsey sock puppet did at this moment it is far to vulgar!!) And in closing a Zoni award winning closing:

Dash a Salt and Season Three...

2007-09-14T22:49:00.000-07:00

**Horns Trumpeting***(Just imagine it as I have no idea how to add sound) ***drum roll*** Ladies and Gentlemen, let me announce to you, readers of the blog, our new blogger: Randall. While Randall has been around for a time he is now officially part of our "family" and has been accepted by Denise as an official member and contributor to "THE BLOG"....

...Ok this is Randall chiming in after a few glasses of "panty remover" provided by Caroline McPhever (she was McPhever long before Katharine McFever)..I am THRILLED and HONORED to be a be a part of the infamous..er...FAMOUS blog started by the fabulous trio of Zanna, Denise, and Flosi..ok..ok back to the story..

Now that we have gotten that out of the way, I suppose that I (Denise) need to apologize for the lack of blogs during Pump Boys. It was a very busy time, no really six actors playing instruments and drinking beer on stage is a lot to handle. But to catch you up a little I will highlight some of the bigger events. First of course is the "DOLLY PARTON Look-a-Like" Contest.
There were five glorious contestants. Many prizes where handed out including: Best Assets to Ms Martha Parton; Best Overall Male to Mr. Darrel Parton; Best Overall Female to Ms Denise Parton. The evening was topped off by a duet performance by Rhetta Cupp and Chantal (who flew all the way from the Riveria just to be here on the grand country evening).

Then of course there was the Season Two Reunion Party. It was a wild gathering of alums. To all those who didn't attend you were greatly missed. The "Toast" was completed for the season and now requires choreography and props (people will be fighting to help with it now that it involves drinking cans of Bud).

SEASON THREE- bringing back the funk!
We start off our grand adventure with Little Shop of Whores..oops I mean Horrors, aka Our Special Needs Class. You think I am joking but oh no it truly is "special." I mean really we got three slutty dropout girl group wanna-be's, a small guy who needs some fashion and a hobby other then plants, a girl who secretly likes it ROUGH (but she aint tellin nobody), a tall man with multiple personalities, a Red Sox's lovin (and losin') florist shop owner. Oh did I mention that there is a puppet that thinks its real and a voice that is like "James Thunder Earl Early" (Funny how it takes two actors to pull off this little stunt - I mean you would think that one special needs case is enough- no offense Randall).

And in closing:

Princess Powers United!!

2007-07-30T22:44:00.000-07:00

That is right the princesses were out in full force. Ella and B had been planning this since Prince Caleb's Birthday Kareoke Extravaganza - and their dreams have finally come true(Wishing on a star really does work). But sometimes dreams are not exactly the way that you imagine them. After primping and fussing over their tiaras, gloves, and diamonds they set off for the Ramada Inn. A land of untold amazement and lively townspeoples. However this was not to be. The rovering troupe of Kareoke singers no longer frequented this establishment.
The princess were perplexed and disappointed. What would they do now. But Ella and B were not to be downtrodded. Quickly finding out where the travelling troupe had gone. they were off to find the Silver Fox. A tavern of unique proportions. With a lively barman, Will. He was there with a friendly smile a lot of drinks and a number to the Dominos Pizza. But here at the Silver Fox the real fun began. KAREOKE!
The princess grabbed the list of songs and selected some to start with.Each princess took their turn with the microphone. And then they all tried some group numbers. Their rendition of All That Jazz really brought down the house (complete with Fosse moves and all). Truly fabulous. But I think that the true topper of the night was the rendition of Kelly Clarkson sung by our Princess Mandy. Luckily we have video to share this marvelous experience.

It was truly a night to end all nights and as the princess drifted back to their castle for a bit of beauty sleep they decided that this would be the first of many nights for princess' outings.

One Great Show and some BLING

2007-07-09T22:57:00.000-07:00

It was a long awaited event. Waiting since we all met and loved our dear Miss Megan, back in Kiss Me Kate, and now it has finally happened. The hard part is deciding which event we were exactly waiting for: Micah finally performing a show or the fact that he finally proposed!!! Either way both events happened this weekend.

Saturday night Micah surprised Megan with a beautiful ring and the long awaited question. She of course said yes. She can now "officially" start planning the wedding.(No more sneaking around - thank goodness). She is beaming brighter then the ring that she nows wears on her left hand.

And tonight many of us journeyed down to The Mighty Cup coffee shop in downtown Glendale to hear the infamous Micah sing. The quaint coffee shop was the perfect setting. Micah set up outside and gave us one hell of a show. We were all enraptured with his talent and wonderful voice. Can't believe he hasn't played before now. Many of us bought CD (and he actually autographed them for us). There was even a second set after a rousing chant of "Encore" started from the eager crowd. For those of you readers who have not checked out this fine music please visit his website www.micahdahlberg.com and listen to some great music.

B B Q Who Is You!

2007-06-29T01:16:00.000-07:00
The day, Monday June 25th. The place, The Crest. The what, the most awesome bbq ABT has ever seen. The evening started right on time, at 5pm, as per the signage suggested in the green room. However, three stood alone gazing curiously at cold grill. May congratulations go out to those few who know what the meaning of a start time is. Moving right along.
After more of ours trickled into the festivities, the bbq-ers faced a delima. Where will they host this said event. They had only the humble Nantucket at their disposal, but had their eyes set upon the jewel of this pseudo Melrose place, Boca Raton. After making some calls, the ever on time....Paul arrived to the event that he, that day, backed out of to lend us his key and the use of his abode. Gee thanks. Well, once David was finished with his shower time, he arrived to man the grill. By that time we had everything up and rolling. The sun shone bright, but not nearly as bright as our very own Denise. I reached for my sunglasses. Relief.
If only i had the strength to pry her away from Mandy. This was the day i began to wonder....what if...Moving right along.
Lying on the grass, taking in some rays, a cool beverage in your grip, friends all around. You may ask what can be better, nay what can be sweeter. Honey to the buds, perhaps a baby's bottom to the touch, or even a whisp of vanilla to the olfactory? I submit my humble opinion.

David at the grill. He man handled that piece of machinery with the ferocity of a cougar, and the ease of a ballerina. Pumping out patties and dogs like tennis balls out of a self propelling tennis ball machine. Turkey for some, and the red stuff for all those up to the challenge. Our hat goes off to you David.
With food in their stomachs, they grew impatient. Aching to exert their athletic abilities, these seasoned performers leaped for the only plastic item that made sense. A frisbee. The game, three flags up. The stakes, life itself. Beginning with Denise at the helm, such worthy adversaries as Mike, Duke, Darrel, Adam, and more went to battle. Taking the game more seriously than most Darrel jumped quickly ahead with more plucks from the air than anyone else. His strategy....
Sam Adams. It wasn't until later in the game that frustrations ran high. Tired of the excessive wins of both Darrel and Duke, and the humiliation brought forth by Denise and her accomplices on the grassy knoll, the Mike and John decided that it was time to take off the flip-flops. Bring it on.

Sounds like a simple game. Or does it. Sandy. Once thought to be yet another contribution to the grill, and a tasty one at that, this canine posed quite the obstacle during this life or death bout. Some would say as sneaky as her owner Casey. The whereabouts of Niagara Falls is still unknown. For now.
We close our evening with a tribute to one young mans farewell to lonely nights at home while others are out at clubs, and he sits crying, sobbing, screaming because no one likes him, and they are all having fun and why can't i come and i want to be there too, but NOOOOOOOOOOooo, lets leave john....i mean. Happy Birthday wishes to Aaron. 21!
One by one, we leave to continue our lives. But wait. Who is that in the distance. Oh, nice of you to show up Lucas. Taking the term fashionably late to the utmost. Like i was saying, the night has ended, and we all leave. A little happier, a little tired, and a lot thankful that Jeff brought a sack of potatoes. Without you, this bbq would not have been a success. Thank you. And thank all of those who were there in spirit, because they could not make it. Because they were jerks. (James and Joe). Way to go. Look it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a Bosnian.

PS - This blog is brought to you in its entirety by John.

Forty and Crunk...

2007-06-29T00:34:00.000-07:00
So, here it is kids the first blog by guest blogger, Jeff G.(give him some credit for this being his first and he is intoxicated). And he says he has blue balls.
MARTHA'S GRAND BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION
Martha as frisky as a twenty year old at forty teased Jeff and teased him. She looked gorgeous...pictures don't lie.
SO Denise erased this part, so this is second time around, and i am intoxicated so i promise nothing. Lets get to the juice. Many people suprised Martha with gifts: Casey gave her a cane, Denise went out, and I gave her my body, well, she took my body, you know how it is.
Many important guests were in attendance, including cast members of Grease, Staff members, and Joe Martinez an entity of his own(in his batman shirt), of course. Casey and Darrel bought Martha a very nice cake, which she blew out the candles on but doesnt she doesn't remember doing, so here's the proof:

Unfortunately there is no picture evidence of striped shirt man, who Martha played tonsil hockey with. Dr. Jeff claimed to be there, but this was lies i assure you, all lies.
I know you think this was wholesome family night, despite the kissing and ball grabbing, but i assure you a lesson was learned, by Casey. DONT let the drunk birthday girl ride home in your car, even if she says she's O.K. Because the vomit all over your back seat and your boyfriend, tend to disagree. Oh yeah and my hand, and the porch, and the bed, and the bed sheets. (I do like her Cat though). SO all in all it was a good night. Some old people, some new people, but we wish ALL could have been there. YOUR THE ONE THAT I WANT (sorry I had to)

Some how the Bosnian was not at this extravaganza - I wondering if he was hiding...hmmm.

Oh Muddy Waters....

2007-05-26T19:21:00.000-07:00

...your mysteries are deep and wide. Well not exactly deep or wide - the Salt River is more narrow and shallow - but hey it was still a good way to spend a Monday. That's right folks the cast members got together and floated down the Salt River.
We packed five ice chest (mostly with beer and water)and lots of sunblock (bring on the spf 70) and headed out to Mesa. I think the roughest part of the journey was just getting all of the tubes situated. And of course getting the ba
by pool ready to play its part as the mini bar - excellent idea I must say Jason.

And we were off... Things were pretty mellow and relaxing until we realized that Jason had fallen behind and he was the one in charge of the mini bar - yikes the alcohol was gone. After rescuing the mini bar we continued to float. Most of the time the trip consisted of sounds like this: "Butts Up" "Ouch a rock" "I've been violated" "Save the sandwiches" "Where's the beer" "Get outta the weeds" "I'm stuck in a whirpool" and of course the all famous "Seniors '07". Poor Jason seemed to spend more time out of his tube then in his tube - we still haven't figured out exactly why this is but we are working on a theory. The other things that simply must be mentioned is the bag of Cheetos that made it all the way down the river. Shanna carried them more then half the way - desperately trying to pawn them off on someone. Finally Denise fell sucker to her pleas and carried them the rest of the way down until she unloaded them on some unsuspecting fellow floaters. No one knows what happened to them after that - but I am sure they have a story to tell. All in all it was a glorious day spent floating and drinking and having a grand old time...
PS The Bosnian did not journey down the river - it is rumored they are afaird of the water. Something like the Gremlin thing I hear.

I'm Wasted

2007-05-12T02:34:00.000-07:00

Let's get ready to rumble....Your NAP Bloggers tonight are: Princess Jess and Princess Denise and former blogger Lord Flosi. Flosi says that he can't really say what is going on but he is sitting here on the couch, white wine in hand just like a previous blog I can think of...so I think it is all the same. (Please see previous blog- the one where we look like we are trying to sleep)

THE PLAGUE!!!Run for your lives the plague! Unclean, unclean! Brad has the plague. If you were thinking that the outbreak of scurvy or the terrible rat bite illness was bad - the plague has come to ABT, no we are not refering to Kurtis (we don't want him angry at us again- but he is a man whore- Flosi said that) We are truly afaird that this could affect the big dance number of the show. Can you imagine - it would be tragic, would it not.

Former cast member Paul came to visit. Cinco de Mayo has never been so eventful.

However the truly big event of the last month really needs no introduction - The Prince and Princess Party. Held in honor Princess Jess's birthday. It might even have rivaled the "Grandest Affair in Town" The princess sister were in rare form for the event. Dressed in all their finery as She-Ra, Princess of Power (if you don't know who that is you have no right to read this blog) and Princess Leia (let me clarify now that it was from the awards ceremony scene, that is why there are no buns). There were some tremendous costume efforts: Prince of Darkness, Hula Princess, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Prince Phillip, White Trash Princess.

Awards were handed out to Jess for best individual costume;
Denise and Mike were runners up for best couple costume (Leia and Han Solo, I mean really) and the Grand Winners were Belle and the Beast: Kelly and Dennis.
Don't they all deserve a round of applause- but not too loud because some snotty neighbors might call the cops on you. And it might be the same cop that came during the Halloween Party (see previous Tim Blog) Thank goodness he liked me - but why oh why am I always in costume when I have to speak to the police.

In even bigger news Princess Denise's sister had a baby girl on May 2nd. After a rough start to life, Natalie Abagail is doing fine and Denise will be journeying to visit her this weekend - so look for lots of photos!

In sad news, there may be fewer Bosnian sighting in the future. Almir will be leaving our happy family in two weeks. How ever will we end the blog now. Audition call for "blog-ender" happening soon - look for a posting near you.

But since it hasn't happened yet....

In poor form the Bosnian did not dress as a prince for the party, maybe they don't allow fairy tales in Bosnia Hercogosidnavina. WEIRD! Just throwing it out there.

A trip to the other side of the world...

2007-04-08T18:01:00.000-07:00
Or so it seems when you are flying from Phoenix to NYC at 5am after an all night game of Brewster Uno. That's right folks our blogger Denise ventured home to the Big Apple to have fun and frolic in the city - and of course meet up with past blogger Zanna.
Upon landing she headed to the city and met up with friend, Kevin (and his wacked out dog) and from there proceeded straight to the land of glorious margaritas - Dos Caminos. That is where she met up with Zanna first - and the drinking commenced. On her second evening in town she met up with the subject of many a blog (from the orginal Timmy D blog)- Whit. And what ensued, well first off all you can drink beer for five dollar, then a performance of Show Choir the Musical. And if that wasn't enough there were "Show Choir Royalty" there. I know it is all to much to take in - trust that is how Denise felt.

Denise was able to get over the tremendous excitement of that evening by spending a relaxing day in Central Park with Adam and Zanna. Drinking coffee and chatting...ahhh...And then of course comes one of Zanna and Denise's crazy brained ideas - let's see a show.

I mean really, it is NYC. So after contemplation of whether to laugh or cry, they opted to see Spamalot. Oh what a funny show. I think it might have even deserved a few "hoo-rahs!" And there were confetti cannons that worked - I really need to find out how they did that? And singing Frenchmen, and a grail, and knights, and A COW! hee hee. It really doesn't get much better then that.

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But the overwhelming events had not ceased. Whit's 25th Birthday Party. Oh yes folks that is right - he is a "Quarter Century Man" (Don't they hand out medals for that and sing a song). Whit conviently planned his party around a great band and good company - I mean after all Denise and Timmy D were there, what more could you ask for. It was great fun - even when Whit and Timmy were holding hands - Awkward But it was nice to catch up with old friends and drink way to much Blue Moon and listen to a great band!!

To cap everything off - Denise had dinner with Jeannie, Jason, Adam, Zack and Michael and Liz at this great wine and cheese place (i highly recommend) ahhh...to say the least Denise did not want to fly home ...but when she got here it was APRIL! And that means Princess Jess is here (refer to earlier blog).

oh yea...Blades of Glory - Awesome.

No Bosinians were sighted on the trip.

Good Times, Great Oldies and We Got Crackers...

2007-04-07T19:05:00.000-07:00

Jess Costa has arrived! In a whirlwind of traffic, construction and drama Jess arrived at ABT. Her princess sister was there to greet her. Let the festivities commence. After a quick lunch of comfort food with the dashing Kurtis, the princesses embarked on a journey to buy wine. They journeyed to Trader Joe's, who is said to have a fair selection of wines and enjoys a good barter for cheap prices. As all princesses are - they were drawn to sparkly, pretty things (namely the colorful labels on the bottles) and had soon choosen four bottles of choice. After all what would an opening celebration be with out a good drink. After locating the cheese and meats for the celebration they desperately tried to find crackers. You might ask how hard it is to find crackers - at Trader Joe's pretty impossible! After walking up and down the hills (aisles) for miles and miles, Denise sent Jess to check out and look one last time for this coveted crackers. AND SHE WAS SUCCESSFUL! Where may you ask did she find the crackers - in the refrigerator section. Not with the chips, not with the breads, not even with the cheese. On top of the waffles.

One victory was all they were afforded...because the trip through the line was an adventure that took years! Again you might ask how long should it take you to buy such small items as neccessary to celebrate - a good half hour.

There will I am sure be more on the festivities of the evening..but for now enough said.

In other news Jimmy (Caleb) is cheating on Millie(Jess). Just putting it out there he has kissed a few girls since being in AZ. (a fellow blogger amoung them).

The Bosinian was not included in the kissing for obvious reasons.

La Cage - Magical...

2007-03-10T22:27:00.000-08:00
..we hope. Well the extravaganza opened. After an extremely hard tech week the show opened to laughter, shouts, applause and a standing ovation. The girls are so pretty - both the male and female ones. The walls moved, the apartment slid, and well no one was killed. To top it all off it felt like old times with fellow blogger Michael in attendance for the performance and after party...ahh the fun. PS if you haven't seen Tim in his red onesy it is a true treat (hopefully pictures coming soon)

The Dirty Pirate Hookers were out in style and force tonight. After contemplating starting a lounge act that would bring Peoria to their knees - the captain and first mate decided to part ways for the evening. Too much trouble to get into.

It was a sad farewell to Tralen, our director. He was truly the wizard and spirit behind all the magic for the show. A true visionary - now if things were only as easy on stage as they are in his mind. I promise to keep striving for the magic and perhaps get those damn confetti cannons to work!!!!

The one party ended up at Denise with baking "cookies" and drinking lots of vodka and a visit from ZZ Top. It has been so long I almost forgot what he looked like.

Now all Denise has to do is get two people trained to take her place and perhaps the Bosnian won't die of a heartattack. Or maybe that is being caused by his new sound board....

Here's to The Show Before La Cage

2007-03-03T23:28:00.000-08:00

Well, ladies and gentlemen, tonight we bring you sad tidings: this will be the final blog entry from our dynamic trio of NakedAtPlaces founding members Michael, Zanna and Denise. Denise will be carrying on the naked fun, but Michael and Zanna are moving on. (Zanna will be unemployed, if anyone is hiring. Just post in the comments. Thanks.) In unrelated news, Michael is hiring truck drivers. Zanna is a terrible driver, so no luck there for her. Denise is stuck with a bunch of beautiful drag queens, but we are hopeful that there will be a special New York NakedAtPlaces post later this month. Try to contain your excitement.

We know we haven't blogged much in the past month or so (the minivan excursion totally wore us out) but we truly have been busy. We (and by 'we' I mean Zanna and Denise, as Michael has become a real person) got very crafty and made Michael a glorious Moose Tray. (Photo to come. Wait for it . . .)

Denise broke away from the blogger herd and went to Vegas with our favorite Bosnian, where they discovered The Verge, a band who will soon be causing teenage girls to scream all over the nation. It's rumored that their rendition of "Sweet Caroline" made the Bosnian scream like a teenaged girl. Only rumors, folks, only rumors.

In between our mad partying, we acquired some new faces: the La Cage cast arrived! Can you tell who's in Kiss Me Kate and who's in La Cage? You'll never guess until we take of our wigs--I mean sunglasses!

Eventually the right moment came to present Michael with his glamorous new Moose Tray, and there was much rejoicing. And drinking. Most of the photographs are not suitable for public viewing (though they may be handy for blackmail later) but here is one of the tamer shots. Look at those adorable bloggers. Now we can put the Bedazzler to rest, though you never know when Michael will feel the need to sparkle someone up. (Chapter?)

Our next excursion was to lovely Bartlett Lake. It was a very successful cast outing, organized, bizzarely enough, by two of our straight gentlemen. Good job, guys! Way to throw a party. Zanna and Denise did not only sit on the beach and look stunning, they also showed their outdoorsy side by attempting their first kayak outing. They went in circles a lot. And giggled. It seems the two of them can't laugh and steer at the same time. However, if they are ever in the vicinity of a lake for any period of time, they may get joint custody of a kayak. And name it The Meacock Wretch, in honor of Michael.

Tomorrow will mark the last show of Kiss Me, Kate, and since it will be so difficult to replace Zanna and Michael in the hearts of our readers, we would like to announce the first ever America's Next Top Blogger, in which cast and crew will compete for the coveted title of Guest Blogger. Submissions are being accepted now. (use the comments section!) Think of Denise as Tyra, and Zanna and Michael as the weekly guest judges. We hope to see some excellent work! And we like pictures. (See blog about bribing. We're not ashamed.)

Oh where, oh where did the Bosnian go?