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Well, the GayVNs ended almost two hours ago, and we didn't get anything. Best Supporting Actor went to KENT LARSON for DANGEROUS LIASONS. Best Actor went to JOHNNY HAZZARD. Best Screenplay went to DANGEROUS LIASONS. Best Director went to CHI CHI LARUE for WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS, which tied with DANGEROUS LIASONS for Best Picture.
The evening started with my hubby and I arriving late, about 7:30. After a brief interview with SISTER ROMA on the red carpet, we entered the Rage nightclub. It was packed. The fruit and cheese spread seemed bigger this year, but maybe it was only because it was largely untouched. Maneuvering around BRUCE VILANCH, I immediately ran into DREW WARNER and BOBBY WILLIAMS, who greeted me with big hugs. DILLON PRESS found us, and after declaring a need for a drink, ushered us upstairs. On the way to the bar, we ran into SCOTT WILDE, who was better-looking than any picture of him I've seen, and passed DOUG and JAY from AMATEURSTRAIGHTGUYS.COM. CVK got a diet soda and I had an amaretto and Coke, which I gulped down. "How's your dog?" Dillon asked, and I saw CVK's face go blank. Oops. I told Dillon the bad news, and he gave us his sympathies. We headed back downstairs, CVK's hand clasped firmly in mine ("Don't leave me alone", he had asked me before we left). Almost immediately, the show began.
There was a montage of clips from the twelve (!) nominees for Best Picture. This year's montage was different in that they included bits of dialogue from each film. It was nicely done. The very first award was for Best Supporting Actor, and I heard a whoop from a group of people to my right. There was JACOB SLADER surrounded by friends. Unfortunately, Kent Larson nabbed it. I grabbed Jacob and said, "You was robbed!" He hugged me and said, "I know!" But he won later in the evening for Best Oral Scene or something like that. It was hard to hear. There seems to be a GayVN tradition of having Chi Chi's co-presenters be three hot men of which one never talks loud enough and one can barely speak english. Tonight was no exception. I kept asking CVK what the award being presented was, and he rarely knew, and my friends, if the razor-sharp ears of CVK who can hear me open a fridge door at 3am can't hear you, you need to FUCKING TALK LOUDER!
After I lost Best Screenplay, I knew that we had no chance of getting anything else, so I tried to just enjoy the show. I say tried, because the middle of the show was dragged down by a couple of singers (one on stilts!) who thought they were auditioning for Gay AMERICAN IDOL (or if this were 25 years earlier, THE GONG SHOW). I don't remember their names, but I kept referring to them as "The Comedy Stylings of Hincus and Pincus". Seriously, though, entertaining people is tough, and these guys gave it their all. I just don't think it was the right venue or crowd for their act.
People kept coming up to me to say hi, including MICHAEL BRANDON, TINA TYLER, KRIS ANTHONY, BRANDON IRONS, ANDREW ADDAMS, ANTHONY DURAN and TAURUS. One guy came up to me and introduced himself, then told me he was a judge and had voted for me. "It's a shame," he said. "DIRTY LITTLE SINS really deserves to win." Finally, someone who agreed with me! lol
It was time for the last award, Best Picture. It turned out to be a tie: DANGEROUS LIASONS and WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS. The audience held its breath in anticipation as MICHAEL LUCAS and Chi Chi, two bitter rivals, approached the podium together. Cheesh told Michael he could talk first. Michael began thanking everyone from his sylist to his chauffeur. He thanked the judges who voted for him, then flipped the audience the finger and said, "...and if you didn't vote for me, FUCK YOU!" Someone in the room threw an ice cube at him, and Chi Chi mouthed for whoever it was to stop. He left the stage and Cheesh stepped behind the mic. "You know," she said, "I want to thank Michael Lucas for being the best press agent a girl could have. He's mentioned my name on his blog more than I have on my own."
The show was over, and the mad dash out the door and down the street to the after-party at the Abbey began. As we made our way to the front of the bar, I said goodbye to ANDREW ADDAMS and FREDRICK FORD. I knew JEREMY SPENCER was around, so I wanted to say farewell to him, so CVK stood by the door while I went outside looking for him. I ran into Jacob Slader, who gave me a better look at his new body. "20 pounds of muscle!" he beamed. He introduced me to a new model and said, "He's a great bottom! He took my fist in a movie!" The guy smiled shyly as Jacob told me he wanted to play the Red Sex in MASQUE instead of the Elizabethan character. I told him I was looking for somebody specific, and hadn't found them yet. Just then, CHAD HUNT walked outside looking hotter than ever. He had a nicely-trimmed little beard and just radiated sex. We hugged, and he told me he was almost done with school and was looking forward to directing a movie for Mr. Lucas. I told him if he needed any tips to let me know, and I'd help however I could. Finally I found Jeremy chatting with RALPH FERGUSON from GAY CHICAGO MAGAZINE. I said hi and bye to them both, then snatched a grab bag for CVK (which included Michael Lucas condoms and Chi Chi LaRue lube!) and we split. CVK was in a bad mood because he hates loud, crowded places, and some hyperactive twink kept shoving and stepping on him. He felt like he had a layer of cigarette smoke and grime on him and wanted to go straight home, so we skipped the after-party. There was a huge line waiting to get in as we drove past, so I knew we wouldn't be missed.
It was an entertaining night, all in all, even with the disappointment of not winning a single award. Andrew Addams told me, "Red Devil has only been around for four years. It's too soon. You'll get there."
I hope he's right.
JBK
The evening started with my hubby and I arriving late, about 7:30. After a brief interview with SISTER ROMA on the red carpet, we entered the Rage nightclub. It was packed. The fruit and cheese spread seemed bigger this year, but maybe it was only because it was largely untouched. Maneuvering around BRUCE VILANCH, I immediately ran into DREW WARNER and BOBBY WILLIAMS, who greeted me with big hugs. DILLON PRESS found us, and after declaring a need for a drink, ushered us upstairs. On the way to the bar, we ran into SCOTT WILDE, who was better-looking than any picture of him I've seen, and passed DOUG and JAY from AMATEURSTRAIGHTGUYS.COM. CVK got a diet soda and I had an amaretto and Coke, which I gulped down. "How's your dog?" Dillon asked, and I saw CVK's face go blank. Oops. I told Dillon the bad news, and he gave us his sympathies. We headed back downstairs, CVK's hand clasped firmly in mine ("Don't leave me alone", he had asked me before we left). Almost immediately, the show began.
There was a montage of clips from the twelve (!) nominees for Best Picture. This year's montage was different in that they included bits of dialogue from each film. It was nicely done. The very first award was for Best Supporting Actor, and I heard a whoop from a group of people to my right. There was JACOB SLADER surrounded by friends. Unfortunately, Kent Larson nabbed it. I grabbed Jacob and said, "You was robbed!" He hugged me and said, "I know!" But he won later in the evening for Best Oral Scene or something like that. It was hard to hear. There seems to be a GayVN tradition of having Chi Chi's co-presenters be three hot men of which one never talks loud enough and one can barely speak english. Tonight was no exception. I kept asking CVK what the award being presented was, and he rarely knew, and my friends, if the razor-sharp ears of CVK who can hear me open a fridge door at 3am can't hear you, you need to FUCKING TALK LOUDER!
After I lost Best Screenplay, I knew that we had no chance of getting anything else, so I tried to just enjoy the show. I say tried, because the middle of the show was dragged down by a couple of singers (one on stilts!) who thought they were auditioning for Gay AMERICAN IDOL (or if this were 25 years earlier, THE GONG SHOW). I don't remember their names, but I kept referring to them as "The Comedy Stylings of Hincus and Pincus". Seriously, though, entertaining people is tough, and these guys gave it their all. I just don't think it was the right venue or crowd for their act.
People kept coming up to me to say hi, including MICHAEL BRANDON, TINA TYLER, KRIS ANTHONY, BRANDON IRONS, ANDREW ADDAMS, ANTHONY DURAN and TAURUS. One guy came up to me and introduced himself, then told me he was a judge and had voted for me. "It's a shame," he said. "DIRTY LITTLE SINS really deserves to win." Finally, someone who agreed with me! lol
It was time for the last award, Best Picture. It turned out to be a tie: DANGEROUS LIASONS and WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS. The audience held its breath in anticipation as MICHAEL LUCAS and Chi Chi, two bitter rivals, approached the podium together. Cheesh told Michael he could talk first. Michael began thanking everyone from his sylist to his chauffeur. He thanked the judges who voted for him, then flipped the audience the finger and said, "...and if you didn't vote for me, FUCK YOU!" Someone in the room threw an ice cube at him, and Chi Chi mouthed for whoever it was to stop. He left the stage and Cheesh stepped behind the mic. "You know," she said, "I want to thank Michael Lucas for being the best press agent a girl could have. He's mentioned my name on his blog more than I have on my own."
The show was over, and the mad dash out the door and down the street to the after-party at the Abbey began. As we made our way to the front of the bar, I said goodbye to ANDREW ADDAMS and FREDRICK FORD. I knew JEREMY SPENCER was around, so I wanted to say farewell to him, so CVK stood by the door while I went outside looking for him. I ran into Jacob Slader, who gave me a better look at his new body. "20 pounds of muscle!" he beamed. He introduced me to a new model and said, "He's a great bottom! He took my fist in a movie!" The guy smiled shyly as Jacob told me he wanted to play the Red Sex in MASQUE instead of the Elizabethan character. I told him I was looking for somebody specific, and hadn't found them yet. Just then, CHAD HUNT walked outside looking hotter than ever. He had a nicely-trimmed little beard and just radiated sex. We hugged, and he told me he was almost done with school and was looking forward to directing a movie for Mr. Lucas. I told him if he needed any tips to let me know, and I'd help however I could. Finally I found Jeremy chatting with RALPH FERGUSON from GAY CHICAGO MAGAZINE. I said hi and bye to them both, then snatched a grab bag for CVK (which included Michael Lucas condoms and Chi Chi LaRue lube!) and we split. CVK was in a bad mood because he hates loud, crowded places, and some hyperactive twink kept shoving and stepping on him. He felt like he had a layer of cigarette smoke and grime on him and wanted to go straight home, so we skipped the after-party. There was a huge line waiting to get in as we drove past, so I knew we wouldn't be missed.
It was an entertaining night, all in all, even with the disappointment of not winning a single award. Andrew Addams told me, "Red Devil has only been around for four years. It's too soon. You'll get there."
I hope he's right.
JBK
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