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<P><b>Helen motored in to Tarantula Arms in her freshly washed limousine as she is a star of the First Magnitude. Concetta Slattz, Ida’s chief Maid and Major Domo, greeted Helen along with, “The Snellville Surprise”, in the receiving room. After an hour or so of small talk, they went back to Helen’s limousine and did some last minute shopping.
Ida returned with Glenn Glen from downtown Chicago. Ida had been on a fashion shoot all day and Glenn flew in on his chartered jets from Omaha to Meigs Field and was able to quickly motor over to, “The House Of Trixie”, where Ida finished her ad for the July issue of, “TV Guide”.
That evening, Concetta prepared a tres fabu meal for Ida, Helen, Glenn Glen, “The Snellville Surprise”, Patsy Frieze, Veda and spouse Roberta Louise. We were off to a rousing weekend!
On Thursday, Helen had her things moved to her suite at the Holiday Inn Itasca via Allied Van Lines. Helen had to see that things were ready at the hotel! Our official opening was just a few short hours away and so much to be done! The throngs of attendees began pouring and it was wonderful to renew old friendships and meet new people as well.
The hotel provided a free dinner, (if you can call it that), and fellowship ensued. Following, Morganna, our leader, welcomed all with a rousing speech. The next several days’ agenda was reviewed and then the sound of vacuums filled the air until sometime around midnight.
Friday there were two stunning clinics…………….not to be confused with Clinique! We learned about Luxes and Royals and a whole lot of other good things as well. Friday night, Helen had agreed to do a star studded show “gratis” for the club. At 8:30, the lights dimmed and the orchestra began her opening number. The curtain rose and an audible gasp could be heard through the crowd. Whispers of, “Look it is THE Helen Lawson!!”, buzzed throughout the standing room only arena. One waitress fainted. There she was, truly still a star. Svelte, stunning, hair and makeup perfectly applied as she belted out one of her chart toppers, “Green Goddess Is The Place For Me”. A two minute standing ovation was observed as well as screams for more. She then lit into, “Scout………..How I long For Thee.” Without taking a single pause, the orchestra moved right into, “Dirt Will No Longer Be My Master.” The crowd was frantic! A quick break and then the closing number, “55……..Great Air My Way!
Again, the crowd jumped to their feet and would not let Miss Lawson leave the stage. Red roses came flinging to the stage from left, right and below the belt. Just then, her best girlfriend, Ida Corwin, sheathed in a silver lame Bob Mackie gown parted the waters to join Helen center stage where she presented her a bouquet of slightly wilted yellow roses and a bottle of Ripple. After several curtain calls, the show was over.
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Saturday started with several meetings of the higher and lower powers. A spell was cast and air was once again cleansed.
Attendees began to have their chauffeurs bring around the Rollses, Bentley’s and Toyotas. It was time to motor to Ida’s country estate for a catered luncheon and ceremony of trophies, Oscars and Emmys. Of course, Ida has a collection of vacuums that will turn any die hard collector pea green with envy. No stone has been left unturned in her quest. “Money is no object!” has been her motto in her collecting. And, money was no object for the luncheon she and Helen hosted at the opulent Tarantula Arms. A huge, brilliant white tent had been erected on the rolling lawns of her backyard. A professional sound system was in place as well. The lawns were groomed to golf course perfection. Tables were strategically placed with crisp, irond linens.
Concetta could hardly keep up with her valet and kitchen duties as the guests began to arrive. Ida had to cut a piece of garden hose and remind her of just who was the boss and to get back to work and stop fraternizing with the guests! Mounds of sumptuous food was delivered and gobbled up off the best Chinett plates available. However, the serving pieces were sterling and not plate! A fabu layered sheet cake served as dessert.
Morganna then presented the awards and amid the applause Helen’s eye met Ida’s and with that subtle nod, they knew that had done it again. One of the guests entertained at the Yamaha grand until finally the last of the hanger-oners was shown door. (Some people just can’t take a hint!)
A small but intimate group remained at Tarantula Arms until Monday when finally things returned to normal. If you weren’t there, aren't you sorry you missed this ultimate weekend? Stay tuned for the further travels and rants of Helen and Ida.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any persons living, dead or otherwise, in the above post is merely coincidental
Ida returned with Glenn Glen from downtown Chicago. Ida had been on a fashion shoot all day and Glenn flew in on his chartered jets from Omaha to Meigs Field and was able to quickly motor over to, “The House Of Trixie”, where Ida finished her ad for the July issue of, “TV Guide”.
That evening, Concetta prepared a tres fabu meal for Ida, Helen, Glenn Glen, “The Snellville Surprise”, Patsy Frieze, Veda and spouse Roberta Louise. We were off to a rousing weekend!
On Thursday, Helen had her things moved to her suite at the Holiday Inn Itasca via Allied Van Lines. Helen had to see that things were ready at the hotel! Our official opening was just a few short hours away and so much to be done! The throngs of attendees began pouring and it was wonderful to renew old friendships and meet new people as well.
The hotel provided a free dinner, (if you can call it that), and fellowship ensued. Following, Morganna, our leader, welcomed all with a rousing speech. The next several days’ agenda was reviewed and then the sound of vacuums filled the air until sometime around midnight.
Friday there were two stunning clinics…………….not to be confused with Clinique! We learned about Luxes and Royals and a whole lot of other good things as well. Friday night, Helen had agreed to do a star studded show “gratis” for the club. At 8:30, the lights dimmed and the orchestra began her opening number. The curtain rose and an audible gasp could be heard through the crowd. Whispers of, “Look it is THE Helen Lawson!!”, buzzed throughout the standing room only arena. One waitress fainted. There she was, truly still a star. Svelte, stunning, hair and makeup perfectly applied as she belted out one of her chart toppers, “Green Goddess Is The Place For Me”. A two minute standing ovation was observed as well as screams for more. She then lit into, “Scout………..How I long For Thee.” Without taking a single pause, the orchestra moved right into, “Dirt Will No Longer Be My Master.” The crowd was frantic! A quick break and then the closing number, “55……..Great Air My Way!
Again, the crowd jumped to their feet and would not let Miss Lawson leave the stage. Red roses came flinging to the stage from left, right and below the belt. Just then, her best girlfriend, Ida Corwin, sheathed in a silver lame Bob Mackie gown parted the waters to join Helen center stage where she presented her a bouquet of slightly wilted yellow roses and a bottle of Ripple. After several curtain calls, the show was over.
Saturday started with several meetings of the higher and lower powers. A spell was cast and air was once again cleansed.
Attendees began to have their chauffeurs bring around the Rollses, Bentley’s and Toyotas. It was time to motor to Ida’s country estate for a catered luncheon and ceremony of trophies, Oscars and Emmys. Of course, Ida has a collection of vacuums that will turn any die hard collector pea green with envy. No stone has been left unturned in her quest. “Money is no object!” has been her motto in her collecting. And, money was no object for the luncheon she and Helen hosted at the opulent Tarantula Arms. A huge, brilliant white tent had been erected on the rolling lawns of her backyard. A professional sound system was in place as well. The lawns were groomed to golf course perfection. Tables were strategically placed with crisp, irond linens.
Concetta could hardly keep up with her valet and kitchen duties as the guests began to arrive. Ida had to cut a piece of garden hose and remind her of just who was the boss and to get back to work and stop fraternizing with the guests! Mounds of sumptuous food was delivered and gobbled up off the best Chinett plates available. However, the serving pieces were sterling and not plate! A fabu layered sheet cake served as dessert.
Morganna then presented the awards and amid the applause Helen’s eye met Ida’s and with that subtle nod, they knew that had done it again. One of the guests entertained at the Yamaha grand until finally the last of the hanger-oners was shown door. (Some people just can’t take a hint!)
A small but intimate group remained at Tarantula Arms until Monday when finally things returned to normal. If you weren’t there, aren't you sorry you missed this ultimate weekend? Stay tuned for the further travels and rants of Helen and Ida.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any persons living, dead or otherwise, in the above post is merely coincidental
