Celebrity Weekend, Lake Tahoe Sonny And Cher

Many years ago, my husband arranged a trip for us to go on a romantic get away for the week-end. All through, at the ultimate last minute he arrived home to notify me that Fred and his latest wife inquired if they too could perhaps come with us, it was also her birthday. I was not a delighted, I ought to confess. several years before I met my husband I worked for Fred and he was not polite to me at all, erstwhile proverb goes, you never know who you might be working for in the imminent future, therefore be good and kind to everyone. His novel trophy wife, very blond and pretty had a very bizarre personality. However, Fred owned a large nightclub and was one of my husband’s largest customers, we owned a liquor company and bottling plant, thus the show must go on.

We flew into the Tahoe airport, which by the way is a seriously dangerous airport. The plane had to make a tight curve around a mountain, and the runway is short. We hired a small plane and pilot to provide us for a good flight and landing. Being from Southern California, I was dressed in my light work suit. So that was the first thing that went wrong.

Unstipulated by me, Joe my husband, and on the other hand Fred, reserved a suite with two master bedrooms with a center living room. Yup, this was another of Joe’s business trips disguised as a romantic get-away for Darlene’s birthday. (This was back in the days when I liked having birthdays) therefore, I am trapped with two individuals I did not want to throw away any of my time with and a husband that would be catering to his big client

Nonetheless, Joe did give me his word, that he had retrieved Tickets for the Sonny and Cher show. So we spent the next day playing in the casino’s and just fritter away our time, before long it would be time for us to go to another casino where the performance would be happening. That is when my husband at skillful length confessed to me, he had in all honesty forgotten to buy the tickets for the show. I presented him, one of those, “you are dead,” looks.

So we finally went to stand in line to see if we could get into the show. By the time we reached the ticket escorts, they said, “I’m sorry the show was sold out.”

Our Group moved aside, and I told Joe, “just follow my lead,” we knew how to think alike. So I started screaming at him, in the lobby entrance of the show. The ticket takers were just staring at us in disbelieve, how could I be so completely angry. I was saying, “You drove me all the way here from New York, on my birthday, and lied to me, you told me you had purchased or reserved these tickets for the Sonny and Cher show, You are toast, I want to go home now, just put me on a plane, you have ruined my birthday, bla bla bla.” At this point one of the ticket takers ambled over and said to us that they didn’t have any seat left, although we could stand in the back or the side wall in order to see the show.

Okay it worked, Joe and I were really superior at this kind of performance so off we went, lead by one of the men, to the side wall to watch the show. We were pretty far back, but that was okay with me. I noticed that there were stacks of bleachers stacked about ten feet high. Accordingly, I proceed to climb up and sat on the very top with my legs dangling down, then Fred’s wife, Debbie, followed my lead, then the two men stood in front of us to lean up against the stack of bleachers. From our vantage point we could see into the left side of the stage, here the stars waited for there introduction. Very cool view.

The most excellent part was that Sonny and Cher were fighting, it was very animated and fun to watch. By the way, this was the last show they ever preformed together. Suitably, they finally came out and did a few songs and a couple of skits together, then for some astonishing reason Cher walked off the stage. Sonny followed her and you could see that they were not relating at all. She was really pissed about something.

Sonny came back on stage trying to hold everything together, at this point then he said, I am going to choose someone from the audience to come up here with me to have some amusement. This theater was packed, and the bright lights were blaring onto the stage. There was this large center walking ramp that went out through the center of the auditorium and I would guess there was a couple thousand people in this concert.

Everyone who knows me understands I am terrified of being in crowds or being the center of attention. I simply like the back-ground just fine. I suffered this plummeting sensation that Sonny was going to pick me. Now, I don’t know why I felt this way, it was a heavy-duty feeling. Then I though how ludicrous, we are so far back and this place is huge, don’t think about this, this would never happen. So Sonny walked all the way down the center platform and boogied back on the stage.

Sonny then started to walk on our side of the stage, walked down some steps, and stood right in front of me and put out his hand out. Which I slapped and pushed him away, at this moment Debbie reached out to take his hand and he flipped her hand away from him. Boy, was she pissed, my husband was now laughing so hard and so was the audience, and the lights had turned there attention on us. I was freaking out, like exceedingly freaking out, my husband, Fred, and Sonny all grabbed hold of me and forced me down. Sonny took my hand and literally dragged me over to the steps and pushed me onto the stage.

To start with I was really dressed up, and looked exceptionally striking, At this point I started to walk off the stage several times, and Sunny would just grab my hand and pull me back to the center. Everyone was roaring with laughter. Off to my right I looked over and saw Cher, with her arms crossed and the look on her face was pure repugnance, she was so livid with Sonny which made me want to leave even beyond words. No, Sonny would have no part in this, he was going to force me to stay and I was getting madder by the minute. Then he started talking to me and asking me questions, and, with my smart alaic personality, I was quit rude to him. Which made everyone laugh even harder? The lights were so bright, I remember putting my hand up to block the light, and bent down to the first few rows, those where the people creating the majority of the uproar laughing.

I proceeded to move to the edge of the stage to tell them off, I said, “if this is so funny, maybe they should be the ones to come up here”…Sunny is pulling at me and told me to show him how much I adored him by screaming like a fan. I told him straight out I wouldn’t scream over any man. The audience started clapping and laughing and having this great time. We spend more time doing other things I can’t even remember, he did take off a green scarf from his neck and gave it to me, and this time I succeeded in escaping his grip and running off the stage.

After the show Debbie and I went to the rest room, all the ladies told me that my performance was great and they wanted my autograph, which of course I refused to do. I wanted out of that bathroom immediately; Debbie was getting madder and madder by the minute, this was the only good part of this story. Then we all took a cab and headed to another location for some fine dinning, all through dinner people were coming up to our table telling me how great I was, and they actually believed I was part of the show, I was shocked. I was finally signing autographs on napkins, business cards and drink coasters…

By the time we returned back to our room the guys immediately went to the table and started playing a card game of gin. I was standing there watching them when Debbie came out of her room just wrapped in this skimpy hotel towel and started flirting with MY husband. That was “it” for me; I had an adequate amount of her self-indulgent green-eyed attitude. I notified her to take her hands off my husband and to get some clothes on. She did take her hands off my husband, on the contrary she declined to get dressed and pranced around the room like she was Marilyn Monroe. What a dim-witted broad…I was thankful when that night was over.

Joe and I loved to ski, the next day we bundled up and preceded for the slopes and the best runs, the snow in Tahoe was the most excellent. On top of one of the runs people were stopping me there to tell me they how much the enjoyed my performance and I started to enjoy it, because every time I looked at Debbie’s face she was fuming…Most importantly, I just let myself go with the flow and that is my narrative about being a star for a week-end.

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