After a Fashion
Oh, Stephen! Always a bridesmaid, never a bride! Fret not, honey, your day will come!
"NICE DAY FOR A ... white wedding" -- aka Miss Kitty's greatest show. She married her handsome beau, Zach Garrison (no, it does not make him Mr. Kitty, but it does make her Jen Garrison -- just like her pal, the other, equally famous Jenn Garrison, who was also present) in a simple and elegant ceremony on Thanksgiving weekend. Her walk down the aisle of Emmaus Catholic Church, all dreamy and dewy in a strapless crystal-beaded gown and cathedral-length veil as she met her beloved at the altar, was her greatest showcase yet. The church, a rather pedestrian structure on the outside, is gorgeous inside, with soaring Gothic arches of rough timber, a fabulous crucifix, and huge windows opening up to the cloudless heavens. Guests included the bride's parents and her three sisters and the groom's mother and sister. (Zach's mother introduced me to a young woman, saying, "She used to dress Zach up as a girl when he was young. I was afraid he'd grow up gay." "Funny," I said. "It's what we pray for.") The reception at the Lakeway Inn was a festive affair, with copious food, excellent service, an intimate atmosphere, and guests toasting the couple and shimmying the night away on the dance floor. Miss Kitty said she could not have done any of it without the expert assistance of her wedding planner, Tanya Posavatz of Clink (www.clinkweddings.com). Also in attendance was DJ extraordinaire Damon Williams (who can now be heard every Thursday night at the Firehouse Lounge, 605 Brazos), Cristobal of Bella Salon, the lovely and outrageous entertainer Nadine, Rawny Stevenson and Jen Covington of Topaz Salon, and local gerontologist Steven Aichlmayr, among dozens of others.
CAFE CHAT The adorable Mark Ashby and I went to dinner at Manuel's. I love Manuel's -- every time, the food is deliciously creative and the service excellent. But I'm still very loyal to Maudie's Cafe on South Lamar -- four years and hundreds of visits later, they hardly have to ask my sister and me what we want anymore. We always have a great experience there (except when it's overrun with rabid and frothing football fans), and general manager Joe Ruhoff is always an excellent host. And of course there's El Sol y la Luna -- sometimes spotty service, but the Enchiladas de Crema Chipotle are heavenly, and with the dazzling Patricia Vonne performing there regularly, the combination is irresistible. (The divine Miss V, whose music is featured in Once Upon a Time in Mexico, is currently touring in the UK; she returns home on Friday, Dec. 19, to hostess her Birthday Bash at the Continental Club at 10pm. She will share the stage with Bill Carter & the Blame featuring Charlie Sexton, and you can keep up with her at www.patriciavonne.com.)
MADNESS AND MAYHEM Tuesday night, Dec. 16, 8-10pm, the legendary Uranium Savages invite you to come early and stay late for their 29th Anniversary Show at Jovita's (1619 S. First, 447-7825). Join them for dinner at 7pm before these raucous musical satirists rock your world. The Uranium Savages first played the Ritz Theatre on Sixth Street on Dec. 12, 1974. They also played at the historic Soap Creek Saloon, Armadillo World Headquarters, and Continental Club, and have finally arrived at the pinnacle of South First concert arenas, Jovita's. Admission is free.
BRIGHT LIGHTS AND BIG TITTIES It's not just a nightmarish rumor -- it's true. "Actress" Pamela Anderson has "designed" a line of "clothing." I have been subjected to the grueling task of viewing photographs of it and, as a result, have become dependent on sleeping pills. I'm sure there's a lawsuit in here somewhere. Composed primarily of trashy little bustier tops and trashy little skirts, of the collection Miss Anderson says, "I want to make sure it's affordable and available." Just like she is?
SIMPLE MINDED I certainly am enjoying The Simple Life a lot more than I thought ... and in a different way than I imagined. Ready to skewer the stars, I have found the lanky and somnambulant heiress Paris Hilton ("cast and crew accommodations by Paris Hilton") and Nicole Richie, the marry-her-before-she-gets-fat daughter of Eighties oddity Lionel Richie, to be curiously likable and sweet. Despite Miss Ritchie's arrest for heroin possession, and Paris' inadvertent debut as an international porn star, they seem reasonably down to earth, and I'd probably react much the same way they do if I were in the same situations the show puts them in. Pick up roadkill? Yeah, I'd rather be shopping at Dior, too.