{"id":1036,"date":"2009-01-08T00:08:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-08T07:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=1036"},"modified":"2009-01-08T00:08:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-08T07:08:00","slug":"im-pretty-girl-so-vote-for-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2009\/01\/im-pretty-girl-so-vote-for-me\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m a Pretty Girl (So Vote for Me)"},"content":{"rendered":"

My gorgeous mother, BarbaraB, took me to see Patti Lupone<\/a> in the musical Gypsy this week. I’d seen the play last March, but after a ceiling vent fell on an audience member<\/a>, I couldn’t really focus on Patti’s big finale. I wanted to experience an accident-free performance before the play closes on January 11.<\/p>\n

I wore yet another vintage dress<\/a> that I got from gorgeous blogger Cherie<\/a> at Shrimpton Couture<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>You can’t appreciate the handkerchief hem in this photo.<\/span> <\/span><\/div>\n

The moment I saw the dress on Cherie’s site, I thought, “That dress has my name all over it.” And I was right!<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The dress label<\/span> <\/span><\/div>\n

When BarbaraB and I got to the theater, we checked out the souvenirs being sold in the lobby. I had a laughing fit over a t-shirt emblazoned with a line from the play that — taken out of context — is the campiest thing since “Surrender, Dorothy<\/a>.” I had to buy it.<\/p>\n

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Speaking of Gypsy and campy things reminds me of an incident from last spring. I was sitting in a restaurant, expounding on the perfection of Patti Lupone to a friend, when he said that he thought her performance was inadequate, resulting in a conversation that went something like this:<\/p>\n

Friend: <\/span> Patti is not a great Madame Rose.
WendyB:<\/span> …………….!!???!!!
WendyB:<\/span> (continues) ………………….?!?!?!?
Friend:<\/span> (annoyed) Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to like everything Patti Lupone does.
WendyB:<\/span> (carefully, so as not to raise suspicions) Of course not!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

After that, I hit the panic button I carry for exactly this kind of faux-mosexual encounter. All the gay waiters ran out of the kitchen and carried my friend off to a gay re-education camp, where he participated in intensive diva-appreciation therapy until he was cured of his dangerous level of straightness. It was a close call, my friends.<\/p>\n

Now it’s time for the daily reminder: Vote for me (you can do it once every 24 hours) for best fashion blog in the 2008 Weblog Awards. Click here<\/a> to vote. You can also click on the box in the upper right corner of this screen. As you’ll see, I’m an underdog compared to what Katrocket<\/a> accurately described as “full-time celeb blogger type folks with advertisers and media support.” But I’m not giving up. Power to the people! We shall overcome! It ain’t over till it’s over! I’m a pretty girl, Momma! Here are my campaign speeches so far:<\/p>\n