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I think I’d rather do math problems.
For those of you who live under rocks, this is Leann Rimes. She’s a hometown hero of mine, since she’s from Garland, Texas – minutes from my original home in Plano. Despite her huge stardom, which stems from an enormous amount of talent, she’s got an amazing head on her shoulders.
Leann’s pictured here at the Memorial Day NASCAR event benefiting the Coalition to Salute America’s Heroes Foundation, a non-profit organization that assists severely wounded soldiers with financial aid, family support, and career networking and counseling. They even provide renovated or all-new homes for those whose injuries present them with new physical challenges.
Kenny Chesney, Dave Matthews Band, Gretchen Wilson, Gary Sinise, Black Eyed Peas, Roger Staubach, Charlie Daniels, Barbara Mandrell, and Kenny Rogers have all reached out to help the Coalition.
I got the chance to help, too – I designed the logo you see behind Leann (and also below). It’s a project I worked on with Ryan Partnership. It’s one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever helped create.
I guess if you’re on imdb, you’re famous…?
I have an imdb page, because I helped a few filmmaker friends out on their short/feature projects that were either officially released or shown at a film festival (the two main options for imdb recognition). I’d also sought out a few other for-release projects during a freelancing stint several years ago. Here’s my imdb listing.
So yeah. Guess I’m famous. Cool. Personal chef, trainers, an entourage, and plenty of gossip must be on the way.
We made it home from The Underground in one piece, with only the slightest hint of club disease.
The place was decked out in hanging red gauze, some of which looked like flames turned upside-down. (Since the club is on the basement level, the parallel was either intentional or laughably coincidental.) Other than that, it was military-chic indeed. Like early Crate & Barrel gone martial law, tables were made from stencilled wooden boxes and the bars and banquettes were uplit with cheeky practicality. We were essentially partying in a bunker, complete with a pinpoint-lit map with which to construct our plans of world domination.
The mojitos were strong, the vodka tonics surprisingly not. Most conversations had to be yelled. If you didn’t yell loudly enough, there was a lot of nodding and smiling in response. We weren’t able to visit with (or yell at) everyone we’d have liked to. Sometime around 10:30, a few of us took the festivities to Tuman’s for some good old-fashioned anti-“see and be seen” goofery. Sorry, Billy Dec, the bad music at Tuman’s spanked yours. Try you again next year?
Those who remained subterranean at Underground rubbed shoulders with the likes of Simon LeBon and David Schwimmer during Duran Duran’s release party for Red Carpet Massacre. (I’m “on the hunt” for pics, so stay tuned.)
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