Eau de Jo

Wouldn't you know I found a picture of the man twirling!

Robert Goulet just died, which makes me sad not just for Robert Goulet but for my dad, from whom I'm what you could call estranged. It made me mourn a little bit for my trash-talking, cigarette-swallowing (like a magician), walking-on-his-hands, driving-a-finned-Cadillac dad, who changed when I was a teenager and became (maybe had always been that way, I don't know, what do kids see?) an extremely wealthy and very abusive rageaholic. The connection between Goulet and my dad is that I have a great memory of Dad jumping up at a nightclub show to sing with Robert Goulet and introducing me from the stage. So Robert Goulet always reminded me of Playful Dad. I guess it feels even more like Playful Dad is all the way gone now.

Even though I'm pretty ready, I'm still freaking out about not being ready, so I'm going to take a few minutes off from my freakout to tell a long and involved story about my encounters with Hunter S. Thompson. Apropos of nothing, I might add.

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So, here's a tiny little tribute.



I love a woman on a leopard-print throne.

'[O]n Thursday, she will be at the White House’s Christmas tree lighting and will sing “Santa Baby” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” all while battling colon cancer.... For those with long memories, the invitation might seem surprising. Her most famous visit to the White House was nearly 40 years ago during another unpopular war (Vietnam); her unexpectedly pointed comments about American involvement reportedly made Lady Bird Johnson cry and nearly derailed her stage, film and singing career.'
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/02/theater/02eart.html?th&emc=th





http://www.earthakittfanclub.com/catwoman2.htm

My personal brush with Catwoman: when I was a little kid (late 60s, not sure what year), my father took me to a key club to see Eartha Kitt perform for my birthday. She was this amazing dramatic woman in a red beaded gown and fur stole, and I was enamoured, but I didn't get that it was Catwoman. Then, after the show, she came by the table and said (Eartha voice!): "Hello, little girl. Your father told me you wanted to meet me."

I couldn't even talk. Fucking CATWOMAN said happy birthday to me.