STELLA'S ROAR: June 2010

My friend Tom...the fabulous cook...gave me the new AD featuring Cher's new digs. I don't buy AD anymore...it just wasn't doing it for me like it used to. Of course, I love the new interiors and I'm immensely thrilled that she is out of her Gothic phase.

The new home was designed by Martyn Lawrence-Bullard whom/who I think is a Design God...his furniture, fabric, visage and interiors give me a lovely warm feeling. That should be a title for a new Bravo show.

DESIGN GOD

Most images above from Martyn Lawrence-Bullard's Design Site.

I digress...back to Cher...

The following 4 images are from AD and feature some of her older homes...then, the new home, which I love.

Summer 1970 Ron Wilson designed the home for Sonny and Cher in Bel Air, California

Aspen October 1991 designed by Ron Wilson

Wilson again in 1992...the Malibu Home

August 2002 Malibu and Ron Wilson

I featured the exteriors because I just wasn't loving the interiors...but I adore Cher, so no snarking!

Click on this link to take you to the AD page featuring Glorious Cher

The last three photos were pilfered from All things Cher at CherWorld.com.

Pilfering, because I hate scanning...it just takes too long, and it's 6:00 in the morning and I'm going walking (so that my ass stays where it's supposed to be) with a friend at 6:30 whom/who I hope won't be late, because then I'll be a sullen bitch.

It's 6:36...she's late.

This past weekend was an interesting mix of fun and boredom induced drunkenness.

Friday night, we had dinner with friends...I love being invited over for dinner! All I had to supply were fresh tomatoes. We were served these fabulous Jalapeno Margaritas...just enough heat to need another sip to put out the fire. It's an endless and quite enjoyable cycle!

From what I understand, this recipe was used extensively in Palm Springs.

Try it...you'll like it.

The Main Man worked all day Saturday, so I went to have lunch with my friend Daniel...we went to Chope's. It's kind of a Biker Bar/Roadhouse/Mexican restaurant all in one. Sometimes the bikers are 50 year old lawyers wearing leathers and looking sadly ridiculous. Other times...it's real bikers...like Saturday for lunch. You can either eat in the restaurant or the bar...two separate buildings. The bar is better. Songs playing on the jukebox...

The World Cup on TV...beer by the Gallon...yes, really...by THE GALLON!

The aftermath...

I'm not a motorcycle fan...I've heard too many stories about horrific injuries.

Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death. ~Hunter S Thompson

I tend to respect death...and disfigurement.

One day back in Houston, I was working intently at my desk, when The Main Man walks in with this shit-eatin' grin on his face...and...wait for it...

...he was wearing a Leather Harley Davidson jacket.

I just looked at him, speechless. He grabbed my hand, dragged me outside, and showed me this humongous chromed-out Harley...it was his.

I just stared...turned around and walked back into my office.

Him..."Well? What do you think?"

Me..."I think it's either the bike or me"

Him..."Really?!? I bought you a helmet!"

Me..."Really? Then you apparently don't know me very well."

The next day, he sold the bike to a guy he saw often at Starbucks. A week later, the guy told him the bike had been stolen. Good Riddance.

After lunch...a quick stop at Sierra Vista Growers...I bought this red stemmed Jade plant and some chocolate mint. The jade is supposed to be good Feng Shui. You can never have enough Feng Shui. While paying my bill...this giant smelly dog leaned on me...and would not move. I thought I was going to be gang raped by my lesbian dog posse when I got home.

Saturday evening...Happy Hour started at my house early while I was watching cooking shows alone and the the half empty bottle of wine was screaming my name from the refrigerator.

"Jilly!", it said..."Jilly...DRINK ME!!"

Yes, my wine has a nickname for me.

Tottering to the fridge for another glass, I noticed that the neighbors had rented a jumping balloon for their grandchild.

I texted The Main Man...

Me..."Eating lunch and watching cooking shows isn't a good idea for me"

Him..."Why"

Me..."Makes me hungry all day"

Him..."Let me guess, u opened wine and now ur hungry"

Me..."Si Senor. You know me well"...

NOW, unlike the motorcycle debacle.

Him..."yup"

Me..."our neighbors have a jumping balloon in their backyard!"

Him..."don't go over!"

Me..."I think those kids aren't having a good time. I'm gonna go over there and show them how it's done! Is a caftan appropriate jumping balloon attire?"

Him..."NO!!!!!!!!!!"

Me..."why not?! I gather from your reply...a caftan is a poor choice. I'm putting on something more jumpable"

Him..."don't even tease me!! We're already the drunk couple next door"

Sadly...we are.