GRABBYS WEEKEND--DAY 2
I woke up at 6:30, then fell back asleep and woke up again at 8:30, again falling asleep. At 10:00, my cell rang and it was CVK: "Are you still in bed??" We chatted about the events the night before, and then I got up and showered.
Soon, I got a phone call from JASON SPARKS, asking me if I wanted to do lunch. There was an amazing Thai food place not too far away called the Star of Siam, so we decided to go. In the lobby, I talked to the woman behind the counter and set things up so that when NASH LAWLER checked in, he would be able to do so without calling me, as his room was on my credit card. WOLF HUDSON ran across the lobby to say hi, and I asked him if he wanted to join us for lunch. He begged off, as he was on his way to IML to check it out. Jason showed up and we walked to the restaurant.
The food was delicious, and we parted ways, as I wanted to go see if Ethel's Chocolates was still at 900 N. Michigan. It wasn't, so I returned to the hotel where I opened a Fed Ex'd package of dvds and pictures to hand out at the Recovery Brunch on Sunday.
I got a text message from Mr. Lawler, who said he had missed his flight and would not be arriving until the next day, so I had to call the front desk and inform them of the delayed check-in.
It was now 2:00, and I had not heard from TYLER SAINT, who was booked to do the Dirty Bird Happy Hour at the Lucky Horseshoe. I texted him to see where he was, and he replied that he was in his room and wasn't feeling well. I asked him if he was still planning on dancing at the Happy Hour show, which was from 5 to 7, and he replied that ROBERT VAN DAMME had paid for his ticket and wanted him to appear at his IML booth during that time, and he felt obligated to do that instead of my show. Which he'd already agreed to weeks earlier. And we'd advertised him appearing at.
I hurriedly ran through a list of Dirty Bird models that might be in town through my mind and settled on TREVOR KNIGHT. A phone call later, and Trevor had agreed to appear. I now had Trevor and SCOTT CAMPBELL. That would do.
Wolf Hudson called and asked if he could come over and hang out. A few minutes later, he was stretched out on the couch telling me about how he had to go over and pick up ROB ROMONI, who was making his first "event" appearance in years. DREW WARNER and ROBBIE IRELAND called to say they were planning on coming to the Happy Hour, and soon, it was time for me to go.
I jumped in a cab with a dvd copy of ENDGAME and MUG SHOTS to be raffled off at the Tim & Roma Show later and headed for the Lucky Horseshoe. Trevor, Scott and his boyfriend TYLER were already there.
I sat at the bar, putting the dvds on the counter, and the bartender snatched them up. I thought he was just going to look at the covers, but before I could even open my mouth, he ripped the cellophane off and opened them, taking the discs out. "I can run these on the monitors," he said.
I sat there, wondering if people at the Tim & Roma Show would be offended by getting dvds that were already opened because going back to the hotel and returning would be a pain in the ass, not to mention costing about $30. Suddenly, an idea hit me. I ran outside to hear better and dialed Drew's phone. Robbie answered.
"Have you guys left the hotel yet?" I asked.
"We're just closing our door."
"Can you wait two minutes for me?"
"Sure."
I called the front desk and explained that I needed a friend to be let into my room to get something, and if that could be arranged. Surprisingly, they said yes, and connected me to security. I told the guy the name of the person, what they were to get and where it was. He said to have them meet him at my room in 5 minutes. I called Drew back and asked him to go to my room, ID himself to the security guy and get two dvds from the box on the desk, then bring them to me at the Lucky Horseshoe. He agreed, and I went back into the bar, relieved. It's good to have friends.
In the bar, Trevor had decided against dancing and preferred to just do meet and greets, while Scott, clad only in red jockeys, got on the stage and danced. The crowd was kind of uninspired, and neither guy did that well.
Drew and Robbie showed up with my dvds, and soon, it was time to head for Roscoe's for the Tim & Roma Show. Outside the 'Shoe, I counted six of us and said that we'd need 2 cabs. Drew and the group laughed at me, saying that Roscoe's was only a few blocks away, within walking distance.
"Yeah," I said, "but I weigh twice as much as the heaviest of you."
"Well then," Robbie replied, "this will do you a lot of good."
And off we went. Actually, I was in the same mindset as the year before, when we had to cab it from the Lucky Horseshoe to Hydrate for the show, because we were in a hurry and it was farther away. My bad.
At Roscoe's, they tried to charge us to enter, but MARK NAGEL was there to get us in. We said hello to MATTHEW RUSH, then headed in the back where SCOTT TANNER and SISTER ROMA were already doing the show against the back wall of the dance floor.
Scott Tanner & Sister Roma
They were interviewing BRENT CORRIGAN, and while he was talking, I saw STEVE JEROME, director of CustomBoys.com. He told me that he had been picked up by a friend at the airport and while they had stopped to eat at a restaurant, the car had been broken into and all his luggage stolen. Wolf Hudson had had a bad plane trip, too, and now, with Nash missing his flight, I was counting a steadily mounting number of bad flight experiences for the weekend.
In the crowd, I could see JASON SECHREST, JASON RIDGE, MIKE STABILE from GayPornBlog.com. Brent Corrigan's business partner GRANT came up to me and shook my hand. Suddenly, CHI CHI LARUE appeared (out of drag) and gave me a big hug. Amazingly, my arms went completely around him! He looked so good. I'm really happy for him.
Mark Nagel came up to me with a clipboard. "Where's Tyler Saint? Where's Tristan Mathews?" he asked me, feverishly.
"I don't know where Tristan is, and apparently Tyler Saint had better things to do," I replied.
"Have you seen Scott Campbell?" he asked, and I pointed him out. Mark ran off to get him onto the stage.
A flurry of guests seated themselves between Scott and Roma:
Scott Campbell
Robbie Ireland
Matthew Rush
Ben Leon (sitting on a phone book)
Eric Rhodes
Diesel Washington
Mike Stabile was off to one side of the stage, and I began running up to him intermittently to toss one-liners in his ear. When ANGEL BENTON was being interviewed, someone yelled for the very pale young man to take his shirt off. "If he takes his shirt off, we'll all need sunglasses," I said. A moment later, "Wasn't he in THE DAVINCI CODE?"
Soon, Mike told me it was my turn to go up. As I approached, Sister Roma yelled, "Jett Blakk, I want one of your t-shirts! I love you, too!" referring to a series of t-shirts I had made that I gave to models after shoots that read "I (heart) Jett Blakk".
Here's a video compilation of guests appearing on the show:
Roma asked me about upcoming projects and I cracked a few jokes, then raffled off the movies. It was fun. Mark Nagel came up and asked, "Where's Wolf Hudson?", so I texted him.
"Almost there," he texted back.
"How long?" Mark asked.
"3 minutes," he texted back, but Mark was already gone, looking through the crowd for someone to send up. A few minutes later, it was apparent that the crowd had been thoroughly panned for any further gold nuggets and was empty.
"Goodnight, everyone!" Roma cried. "That's our show!"
The lights went off, and they stepped down off the stage. Exactly one minute later, Wolf burst in with Rob Romoni in tow. "You missed the show," I told him. You could see that at first he thought I was kidding, but soon the grin melted into a frown.
"Are you shitting me?" he asked.
I shook my head now. "The lights are off. It's over."
Wolf was NOT happy, and he darted into the crowd as people swarmed around Rob, telling him how good he looked. TROY from Falcon shook his hand as I stood nearby, and after a few awkward moments turned to me and asked how I was, which surprised me. I thought he was ignoring me. For a very brief moment, I considered asking him why Falcon had never asked me back, especially after being told I was going to be offered a 6-picture deal, but I decided not to open that can of worms. For now.
Adam Killian & Robbie Ireland
Sister Roma & Wolf Hudson
Eric Rhodes saw me and jumped out of the group he was conversing with to give me a big hug, and Diesel Washington made a point to tell me that he did NOT call me "cracker" at the GayVNs. I laughed and told him it was a joke in my blog. He hugged me hard.
I saw a very inebriated Ben Leon in the crowd, and we had emailed each other a couple of times but never met in person, so I went up to the award-winning director who was wobbling like a weeble and put out my hand.
"Ben? Hi, I'm Jett Blakk."
He looked up at me. Way up. "I know who you arrrrree," he slurred, shaking my hand. "We've emailed, right?"
"Yeah, but we've never met. I just wanted to say hi."
He smiled. "Hi." I beat a hasty retreat because I've had guys pass out on me before, and I have a rule that I only perform CPR on clean-shaven guys.
Returning to Falcon, co-director/editor LEIF GOBO came over to say hello, as did SCOTT SPEARS. Then, after 20 minutes of discussing why MAMMA MIA! is a "girls' musical" with Robbie Ireland while Drew looked on drinking pink lemonade and vodka out of a pitcher with a straw, Scott Campbell and his boyfriend came over to ask if I'd go with them to the Raging Stallion party back at the Lucky Horseshoe, and I agreed.
It was very crowded, but not as much as last year. I wandered the crowd, seeing LOGAN MCCREE, RYAN RAZ and DEAN FLYNN, among others. Drew introduced me to LUCKY DANIELS, who he said was now in L.A. and available for movies. As I squeezed through the crowd, I saw BRETT DRYSDALE who was waving at me excitedly. "You have to try this!" he exclaimed. On the bar in front of him was something that looked like the female robot from WALL-E lying on its side and a laptop.
"Put your fingers inside!" he told me. I slide them into the white hollow object and felt something that felt like the inside lining of a swimsuit surrounded by firm rubber. Brett turned it on, and the damn thing started pumping my fingers! "Now, watch this," he said, starting up the laptop. A porn movie played, and the electronic fleshjack stoked my fingers in time to the action onscreen.
"It's pretty cool," I said, "but if you use lube, will it short the thing out?"
Brett shook his head. "It has a lube reservoir built in and dispenses it automatically!" I pulled my fingers out, and SPIKE, who was sitting next to me, offered me some disinfectant. Brett asked me for my card and said he's send me a free one. As I began to move away, I looked back to see the device embedded on Spike's erect cock. "It looks like he's fucking a baby," I told no one in particular.
Bumping into Drew Warner and Robbie Ireland again, they asked if I wanted to go with them to Cocktails to see Lucky Daniels go-go dance. It was only 11:30, so I said sure. We left the 'Shoe and began to walk to the bar, directly across the street from Roscoe's. "Wow," Drew said, after a few minutes, "we should have taken a taxi."
"Aha!" I shouted, "NOW you want to take a taxi! C'mon, walking is GOOD for you!" and laughed evilly. Drew shot me a "fuck you" look that made me laugh harder.
I'd never been in Cocktails before, but it was a very nice bar with a pleasant atmosphere. Drew kept buying me drinks (I never said no-lol) and soon Lucky was on the stage.
Lucky Daniels during the show.
Lucky Daniels knew what to shake and how:
PG Version (Mild)
R Version (Spicy)
At about 1am, we'd had enough, and Drew, Robbie and I left Cocktails and headed to 7-11 to get some cheap sandwiches to take back to the hotel instead of ordering expensive room service. We devoured them in my room, and I said good night to the guys around 1:30. I jumped in the shower, again, without closing my blinds, then hit the sheets.
Tomorrow was the Grabbys, and although I was pretty sure ENDGAME wouldn't win anything, I was looking forward to it.
To be continued...
JBK
P.S. Thanks to T-Ball & Drew Warner for use of the pictures!
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