My friend was a bartender at the Cave. They had male strippers in the back, lots of bachelorette parties. It's so fuckin' hilarious. This lady, she tipped him a ten-dollar food stamp!
My manager was meeting a girl after work. She lived in Gladwyne. It's, like, the most prestigious area in Philly. Very, very money oriented. He just smoked a bowl, so he's a little paranoid. He thought he was going to get pulled over because he was black. They went through these back roads. He said, "What are these three Great Danes doing in the middle of the road?" They were deer! He was a manager at one of the hottest clubs, so he got a lot of ass. Ha, ha!
During the Blizzard of '93, I went to Miami for a vacation and decided I was going to stay. I still have tons of friends down there.
I was a cocktail waitress at the number one club in the United States. It's called the Velvet. They're actually doing a documentary about it. It was so crowded, people would wait for hours to get in. It's so bizarre.
We had the Money Party on Monday nights. You paid the cover, and everybody received an x amount in fake money. It was, like, anything goes. Whoever accumulated the most fake money at the end of the night won a grand prize. People would do the craziest things. Let's put it this way, no cameras allowed! Girls would be going at it, on the bar. People would get naked. It was out of control.
We had a room called the Blue Room. One day, the Sugarhill Gang came in, so the DJ put their song on. There were, like, 14 of us in the room. He got up and he went, "See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello! To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow!" He picked up my hand and he started singing it, so I was, like, with the lead singer of this band. It was so fuckin' awesome! He was singing to me.
I met Charlie Sheen. He was so down-to-earth. I loved him. He's one of my favorite people, as far as, like, famous. He started telling me jokes, and if I laughed, he gave me 20 bucks. Then I had to start telling him jokes. If he laughed, he would give me 50 bucks!
A lot of them were cheap. John Cusack was cheap. Charles Barkley was a good tipper. Dave Grohl, of the Foo Fighters, would tip people a thousand dollars.
The worst tipper was Prince. He was horrible! Prince told the bouncer he wanted beautiful girls. They had to be drop-dead beautiful. He ran them ragged, then tipped each a dollar. He tipped the DJ a thousand to play his newly released CD. The DJ was already getting paid, like, 700 bucks. Prince was such a dick.
There was a music venue next to the club. One of the bouncers told me, "Prince is next door! Prince it next door!" It's because Sheila E. was performing. I remember standing literally right next to Prince while watching Sheila E. It was such an amazing thing! There were literally, like, 23 people in the whole place, and I was next to Prince! It was so overwhelming. It's Prince, you know. It's still Prince!
The first time I went to a chic party, I was on this 15-million-dollar yacht. We had, like, Matt Dillon there, Janet Jackson there, and I remember thinking, What the hell am I doing here?! I'm from Frankford! It means nothing, but I remember thinking, My life is so fun.
I was so wrapped up in it. I never finished college. Oh my God, it was such a great time. It was the best year of my life. I wish I could go back, for one day. Nah, a week! Ha, ha!
I'm from Philly. We didn't have that kind of interactions. In Miami, you'd walk by and you'd go, "Oh, that looks like Gianni Versace," and it was Gianni Versace!
The last time I was in Miami, I was a clothing stylist. It's when people want to get dressed for really big events. We manufactured our own clothing. It's very performance, very expensive. It's stage clothing. Beautiful. Crystals. We also had high-end couture.
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