Saturday, September 5, 2009
Well, Jeffrey Sanker's White Party sauntered into Las Vegas once again!
To gay men, the much-anticipated annual event is comparable to the super bowl for straight guys.
In fact, from the 3rd of September thru the 8th - the exotic desert oasis will be inundated with a truckload or two of biceps and studly bods hailing from all corners of the civilized planet (Miami, Paris, New York, and Los Angeles, for starters) - to party-hearty.
Sizzling hot DJ's will rev up dance floors split-up at various venues around Sin City.
Last night, sexual predators on the prowl, headed off to the "Rum Jungle" at the Mandalay Bay Resort & Casino and danced their tight little butts off 'til the crack of dawn.
Tonight, hot 'n hunky dudes will be getting-down to the nitty-gritty at the Hard Labor Krave with DJ Tony Moran in the main room.
Then, there's a sun-kissed party pool tomorrow at the Luxor which no self-respecting rainbow-oriented stud will want to miss!
But, the "White Dress Party" Sunday evening at the House of Blues is sure to pack the biggest whallop!
Lolene will be performing the first release of "SEXY PEOPLE" from her highly anticipated debut album "The Electrick Hotel"
While a number of the bodacious boys will kow-tow to tradition and dress to the nines in chic outerwear in pristine shades of white (with a strong display of tats and raw flesh) - a rebellious handful may go for the gusto in sultry black to thumb their noses at the crowd.
Just betcha there will be a bevy of wall-walkers, sensual videos, live dancers, and a spectacular light & sound show.
A pride of beauteous boys will no doubt be schmoozing, sashaying, strutting - and likewise - stoking away the night with caution thrown to the cool night breezes fluttering in off the desert.
When I asked a couple of pals if they planned to zip down to the desert hot spot this week, they shrugged.
"We're not into circuit parties."
Yes - the annual event is known to be part of the "circuit" - a high-profile boy-toy weekend out with a naughty reputation, to boot.
The phenomenon first sprang from early tea dances (wild rainbow-themed parties) tossed on Fire Island in the heady days of gay liberation a couple of decades ago.
The circuit soirees came on the heels of underground rave parties, and were run by savvy multi-sexual trend-setters, who publicized and professionally produced 'em with a lot pizzazz.
As a result, the must-attend parties attracted a scintillating social mix.
Show-biz music headliners were also booked to lure in the trendy jet-set.
While the parties are open to anyone these days, the circuit events are generally perceived as social hubs for the active gay man.
A big attraction?
The highly-touted offerings are typically lavish, prestigious affairs - with elaborate lighting, music, and decor with widespread appeal to the A-list man - held in venues that can accommodate their all-encompassing circle of friends.
But, the events are costly.
Even the most far-reaching party-goers don't attend all the events; after all, there are too many calendared across a wide expanse to afford a catch-all for most.
If a die-hard circuit officionado manages to pull off the stunt, then he's truly a golden circuit boy, by any stretch of the imagination.
Circuit parties are known to attract a broad demographic - from shy young dudes just out - to totally liberated gays in their mid-twenties and up active in the rainbow hub.
Expect to spy a handful of well-tooled silver-haired "daddies" in their 50s, too.
Couples in long-term relationships are still inclined to savor the events also.
In essence, the parties are a tribal cultural event.
Some say, circuit parties are analogous to a ritual holiday for the gay/lesbian/transgender community and a "celebration" of gay life, liberated sexuality, and freedom of expression.
In sum, the white party experience is a war cry that calls attention to the power, strength, and unity of the gay community.
Critics allege that circuit parties are a breeding ground for illicit drug abuse, though.
Throngs of young vibrant men, bent on partying all night - and enhancing each glorious sensual moment - are known to use the addictive booster "Tina" (known as meth and crystal).
For this reason, there has been a concerted effort by responsible members of the community to curb an outbreak of addiction, which has proven to be costly for many participants.
Some have lost their jobs, lovers, vibrant health, self-esteem - and a capacity to thirst for precious life - due to chronic addiction.
Many outreach programs have raised concerns about the underpinnings of circuit parties; particularly, with regard to the misuse of drugs (alcohol, marijuana, speed and ecstasy).
The warnings about potential overdose, dehydration, and impaired judgment (leading to unsafe sex and transmission of sexually transmitted diseases) have been underscored, but often fall on deaf ears.
In fact, circuit parties have been blamed for crystal addiction and the rampant transmission of a handful of virulent sexually-transmitted diseases - such as HIV and Hepatitis - among gay men within the borders of North America.
Notwithstanding, the circuit parties have been bad-mouthed on the grounds that they are superficial, too.
The whole emphasis, for example, appears to be on looks, sexual appeal, and being with the "in" crowd.
If you feel embarrassed about taking your shirt off, then you may feel uncomfortable at the Las Vegas weekend blast.
After all, guys around the country have been working out for months to sculpt the perfect body to show off at the extravaganza next weekend.
When these dudes toss off their "T's", to reveal perfect pecs and rippling abs, heads will swoon.
An adrenalin rush for everyone, no doubt.
But, the cries of hedonism are not unfounded.
Just flip through any major gay lifestyle magazine. Half the ads are for plastic surgery, nose jobs, and teeth whitening. The other fifty percent are blurbs for lawyers who specialize in DUI's and lewd conduct in public places.
Does this reflect the underbelly of the gay culture, warts and all?
No matter, just because a handful of revelers are inclined to overindulge, doesn't mean you can't get away for a zesty day or two of fun in the desert with your "brothers and sisters".
The VIP high-profile events have been orchestrated by pro party person - affable Jeffrey Sanker - the undisputed "King of White".
A few years ago, as I was munching on a salad at the front counter at the ever-popular French Marketplace, Sanker and I engaged in idle chit-chat.
Of course, I didn't have a clue who the young hottie was.
In the course of the conversation, I guess I dropped a bombshell, when I innocently batted my eyelashes and quipped.
\"And, what do you do?"
I throw parties," he responded without hesitation.
Later, I learned that was quite an understatement, if ever there was on
But, you don't have to attend all the scintillating events, or haul your a** into the dark starry night 24/7.
Or fall prey to peer pressure, either.
Just drop down on the sidelines at the pool party, sip on an exotic cocktail or two, and quietly take in a few rays.
Or, top off a day of sight-seeing with an energy-boosting appearance at one of the party extravaganzas later in the evening, before heading home.
Say "no" to Tina, though!
Today, there is an intriguing addition to the glitzy Las Vegas strip!
The Hard Rock Cafe unveils the spanking-new "Showcase Mall" - a scintillating forty-two-thousand square-foot space - which seats 950 guests.
A highlight is the "Rock Wall" - an eighteen-foot-wide four-foot high - interactive touch screen that invites patrons to trip the light-fantastic on a virtual tour of the Hard Rock Cafe's legendary Rock 'n Roll collection of memorabilia at the company's 156 venues.
See 'ya there later this afternoon at the ceremonial opening, eh?
A tipsy Paris Hilton not only caused tongues to wag at Prive (Las Vegas) when she trounced in to party-hearty the other evening, but triggered a debate at a Clark County Commissioners hearing here in the desert oasis Tuesday last.
Did the sexy heiress fuel up before she sauntered into the eclectic (but "dry") hot-spot?
Who knows, the sexy seductress may have been packing a flask in her garter-belt with an emergency stash of spiked tonic water to satiate emergency cravings?
In Sin City?
Paris - er - perish the thought!
The negative publicity didn't bode too well for the Planet Hollywood owners - the Miami-based Opium Group - when they appeared before the liquor-license-Gods with empty bottles in-hand.
Planet Hollywood was recently fined $500,000.00 for failing to monitor guests at the trendy watering hole - and likewise - exhibiting a lack of professional responsibility for serving a handful of thirsty-patrons already visibly intoxicated beyond acceptable levels in a civilized social setting.
An attorney for the Hotel acknowledged that his clients were fully aware of the intrinsic problems prone to arise when running a high-profile Nightclub frequented by the jet-setting elite.
"When your clientele includes Hilton and other known celebrities, it comes with the territory," he summed up.
If he was hoping for a reprieve, it wasn't forthcoming.
Although the Board was in a position to grant a ninety-day temporary license for Prive, the matter was held over for further review until October.
Shirley Temple, anyone?
Paris, a gal after my own heart!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Michael Jackson...Elizabeth Taylor arrives early at Funeral! Diana Ross a no-show! Entourage tardy...
Old habits die hard, but Liz shows for funeral early out of respect!
If you channel-surfed last night, the pickings were slim - especially when it came to coverage of the funeral service for Michael Jackson - who was finally laid to rest in a sumptuous Forest Lawn setting fit for an Egyptian Pharaoh in Glendale (CA).
Only a handful of media outlets were permitted near the outer perimeter of the gravesite - in what one guest referred to as a "serene" service - so there was a lot of straining going on on the frenzied sidelines as the paparazzi scrambled to capture coveted images expected to zip around the globe at the close of the solemn occasion.
Elizabeth Taylor - famously-known for arriving fashionably-late for high-profile events over the years - surprised the media when her limo purred up an hour-and-a-half before the proceedings were to commence.
In fact, all the key players - Jackson's parents, Michael's children - showed up on schedule.
In contrast, the hangers-on (who cruised through the gates in expensive limos sporting ubiquitous black suits and spritely-colored red ties) were late - thus stalling the ceremony - about ninety minutes or so.
The lucky persistent few - who scanned the airwaves like moi Thursday eve in search of a poignant moment or two - undoubtedly caught the intimate close-up shots of the family seated on white folding-chairs just prior to the commencement of the pricey service.
The humble seating arrangement was in stark contrast to the opulence all around.
Guests included child star Macaulay Culkin, athlete Barry Bonds, Director Kenny Ortega, Reverend Jesse Jackson, and Marlon Brando's son Niko.
A no-show by Diana Ross allegedly caused a few tongues to wag.
A memorable Gladys Knight performance also inspired a heartfelt message on twitter.
"She sang her little heart out", Reverend Sharp enthused in a tweet later on after the guests paid their last respects and headed homeward bound (unless they attended the swank after-party, of course, where a close-knit inner circle of friends and family were expected to celebrate Michael's life).
At the gates, meanwile, die-hard fans chanted:
"Michael! Michae! Michael!".
Earlier in the day, Police reported that a handful of overjealous music-lovers attempted to jump the fence to get an up-close gander at the King of Pop's burial site.
According to a representative of a Glendale Law Enforcement Agency, the individuals were ejected without incident.
A blimp-like inflated light affixed alongside a boom camera (strategically-placed in front of the expensive marble mausoleum) caused a bit of speculation amoung the mourners and media alike.
Some hinted that the footage was being captured for inclusion in the upcoming Michael Jackson documentary "This is it".
Jackson now rests in peace amidst the likes of such luminaries as Clark Gable, Jean Harlow, and funnyman W.C. Fields.
But, Forest Lawn Officials were quick to point out that after the burial, Jackson's vault will remain off-limits.
A portion of a mausoleum that displays "The Last Supper Window" is the closest they'll ever get to the Pop Icon's last resting place apparently.
Interested parties may attend one of several ten-minute presentations held at that site regularly every day of the year.
Good night, sweet Prince!
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Thursday, September 3, 2009
Was Harvey Levin playing hookey last night?
Unlike most, Tom doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve!
On TMZ last night, the twenty-something tongue waggers who pitch-hit for Levin's celebrity gossip show, were splitting-a-gut over a Tom Arnold segment.
Yup, I get your drift, dudes!
He's the hefty dude with the ubiquitious tats out-of-hell, once-known as Mr. Roseanne!
On the popular no-brainer last night, after a sly tease from TMZ paparazzi, Arnold was inclined to whirl his portly bod a half-turn-or-so in their direction , and proceeded to drop his drawers (sp?) so Levin's motley crew could take their best shot.
In a stiff wind, they would have been blown away, 'fer sure!
When I spied his lily-white a** (well - sort of - the TMZ production staff blurred the image a tad to prevent a total gross for the couch potatoes at home) an old joke sprang into the forefront of my wicked mind.
The ditty goes something like this.
What would you do with a million bucks?
Buy a new a**. Mine's cracked!
In the case of Anrold, he definitely needs a new one, or an overhaul at minimum.
Maybe a bit of the extra skin could be used to fill in the other cracks on his over-the-hill bod!
Just a cost-saving practical suggestion, Arnold!
Carefree butts to pine for!
Whitney Houston...whacked wash-out performance stalls comeback trail! Rusty pipes crack sound barrier...
Media outlets were awash with all the tawdry details!
Whitney Houston's much-ballyhooed comeback concert - staged outdoors to accomodate throngs of excited fans and hopeful industry-insiders (broacast live! on Good Morning America to far-reaching rapt audiences around the globe) - was anything but the triumphant return the former Diva (and her handlers who- no doubt - wrung their hands in dismay along the sidelines) was shooting for.
Critics far-and-wide not only trounced the troubled crooner's lackluster stage performance - but also shed an unflattering spotlight on a once-glorious voice that now cracked and faltered and wheezed from the get-go - casting doubts on her songbird future.
Whitney was quick to blame an alleged hours-on-end interview (the day before) with Oprah Winfrey for ravaging her golden pipes - and ultimately - snatching the wind out of her sails the following day at the ill-fated concert that brought the curtain down on her lofty dreams of a place in the sun once again.
The Oprah excuse was ludicrous, at best.
Granted, it is wholly possible to suffer a strain from too-much blabbing.
For example, last year at a Film Festival in Dallas, I chatted up so many filmmakers and members of the press one long drawn-out media event, that my own pipes caved in for about a half-a-day or so.
But, in that circumstance, I was straining to make myself heard over a few dozen voices in a packed overheated screening room.
In a one-on-one interview - with quiet on the set - it is highly doubtful that Ms. Houston would ever encounter a smidgen of circumstances inclined to rob her of her ability to vocalize thereafter in any capacity.
Drugs - whack, for instance - just might, however!
Notwithstanding the obvious, Houston's decision to perform in the specific venue chosen for the - um - auspicious occasion - live on stage, outdoors, before a huge crowd in an open-park setting - was (quite simply) a bad career move.
For starters, the accoustics for a concert under the foregoing circumstances, would be pretty much non-existent.
Consequently, any vocalist worth their weight, would have been battling the elements to rise up and be heard above the din (to their detriment).
A smaller more-intimate stage would have been preferable.
Here, Houston was forced to charge about a wide-open expanse like a galloping horse in search of a proper gait to build on, with a hope and a prayer.
Well, they shoot horses, don't they?
But, there's always studio work, Whitney.
And, a dollop of sweetening in the sound-mixing phase, to take the edge off that crack in your voice!
Save going cold turkey, I guess.
Pearly Gates at Forest Lawn
After unexpected delays - and intervention of the court over cost-issues - Michael Jackson will finally be laid to rest at Forest Lawn in the "Great Mausoleum" (Holly Terrace) where Hollywood's legendary greats have gone before him - Carole Lombarde, Jean Harlowe, and Clark Gable - to name a few.
According to my numerological calculations, August 29th would have been a more fortuitous day to send off the King of Pop, since the vibrations were more condusive to a transition from this realm of existence to the next.
The portents are not as good for the 3rd; in fact, family and fans may expect continued intrigues, unsettling mishaps, and a continuing swirl of controversy around the celebrated Icon for decades to come.
Not unlike an Egyptian King of yesterdyear, the Prince of Pop's tomb will be a sumptuous one decorated with bronzes of American Icons, pricey one-of-a-kind sculptures, and even a stained-glass window etched with an image of the Last Supper.
If we're to believe the scriptures, it is doubtful that God will be impressed.
But, what a send off!
Forest Lawn itself is not your typical "graveyard".
When the "great park" was designed, manager Hubert Eaton made a sacred pledge that Forest Lawn would be devoid of misshapen monuments and the customary trinkets symbolizing earthly departures - and in their place instead - towering trees would tickle the sky, tastefully-decorated water fountains wax poetic in the gentle wind , and noble memorials whisper about the dawning of man.
You got it!
There aren't any maps to shed precious light for the harried souvenir hunter or two who may have lost their way.
Unlike other ceremonious dumping grounds (Forever Hollywood, for instance, where lookie-loo's are allowed on the grounds to track down the plots of contented residents such as Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. & Tyrone Power) boisterous thrill-seekers in search of elusive Jackson will be sooshed away.
And perish the thought of surreptiously snatching up a nugget of stone from the headstone, to round-out a collecton of morbid memorablia which may include a Jim Morrison souvenir spirited away from the rock star's Paris digs.
According to a tour guide, it's iffy, in view of the fact management protects the celebrities there as if they were as sacred and rare as the Dead Sea Scrolls.
"The Great Mausoleum is the Holy Grail of grave hunters," the soft-spoken independent businessan whispered for fear he may be heard.
"The rooms are like mazes, almost like Escher drawings. There are cameras throughout it, and if you are just wandering about, they (?) will find you and kick you out," he warned.
Gosh, the Jackson "legend" is turning out to be just as intriguing (and mysterious) in death as it was when he opulently strode the face of the Earth.
As to "D"-day, cemetery officials are cool, calm, and collected.
After all, they aren't anticipating any crushing crowds, or expecting any delirious fans to throw themselves onto the Jackson casket (as a few of the broken-hearted were inclined to do at Rudolph Valentino's high-profile send off decades ago (we have the same birthday, by the way, May 6th).
Because the funeral is on private property, Sgt. Tom Lorenz (Glendale Police Department) underscored that the service would not be open to the public.
I expect a handful may sneak in the night before in a last-ditch effort to get a wee peak at the proceedings, before they're scouted down and tossed out on their sorry a**es.
Alas, fame is not fleeting at all, is it?
Finally, in closing, I thought I would share this lovely quote I stumbled on today because it is appropriate under the circumstances.
“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
Michael's legacy of music says it all.
Jackson companion beckons from beyond the grave!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Las Vegas..."Firefly" at Plaza serves up scrumptious steak & mushroom skewers!! View of Freemont Steet dazzling...
I zipped down to Sin City for a respite from the LA LA LAND for a few days.
The desert oasis is sizzling hot right now!
Shortly after I checked into my Hotel, I spied an in-house promo for Firefly - a domed restaurant at the Plaza - which provides a spectacular panoramic view of the dazzling night lights on Freemont Street (at the downtown Vegas strip).
I wasn't expecting much when I set my sights on a skewer of steak and mushrooms, but shortly after I slipped a tasty morsel into my mouth, I was sold on the scrumptious finger food offered up in a delicious garlic sauce.
The ale hit the spot, too, as I settled back in my comfy chair and enjoyed the effervescent night life all around me.
For tourists interested in dinner and a show, the Rat Pack is a sure bet and packing 'em in nightly at the Plaza Hotel upstairs.
See 'ya there!
Elijah's face fuzz dual purpose?
When the diminuitive Elijah Wood guested on the Tonight Show last night, Conan was quite surprised to hear that the "hobbits" remained in touch.
"In fact, just recently all of us headed off to the beach for a day of surfing," the wide-eyed actor noted to the rapt audience hanging on every word.
Apparently, Orlando Bloom (he portrayed an Elf) was in tow, too.
Which begs the question.
Will there be a sequel to the mega-hit franchise titled:
"The Lords of Surf"?
Wood, who currently sports a ubiquitous neatly-trimmed beard (which overpowers his normally-delicate facial features) also joked about the fact that he is often confused with fellow thespian Harry Potter star Daniel Radcliffe.
One male fan dashed up on one occasion, for example, and gushed over his alleged performance on stage in the hit play "Equus".
"He thinks he saw me naked on stage," the good-humored star laughed.
In that event, one has to wonder, would Wood be flattered about the mix-up?
Only the little hobbit knows for sure (and those he's bedded, of course!).
Monday, August 31, 2009
Phelps has his sights on winning!
Is the brute too chunky to slice through to the finish with ease?
Golden boy Michael Phelps has challenged Shaq O'Neal to an invigorating round of swim heats to take place before - what will undoubtedly turn out to be - a standing-room-only posse of Shaq and Phelps die-hard fans cheering both competitors on from the sidelines.
The two high-profile rivals are slated to take the big splash September 15th in a much-anticipated event to be broadcast live! on ABC Television Network.
The Mangione Aquatic Center at Loyola University will play host for the last installment of the highly-rated "Shaq VS" competition series.
The mighty "Shaq-mu" - a moniker he rustled up in the spirit of the tongue-in-cheek entertainment games - intends to win.
How could he fail?
After all, Olympic Gold Medalist Michael Phelps - otherwise known as "The Bomb" - has also signed on to coach Shaq about the basics of stroking, selecting a stylish (but-oh-so practical) slinky suit designed to slice through cool waters with an edge, hitting the wall, and how to snap up a bevy of bodacious babes in Las Vegas.
A relay race squaring off Phelps and O'Neal (with handicaps whimsically tossed in and guaranteed to bolster the competitive spirit between the two high-profile athletes) appears to be the highlight of the three races scheduled.
Off-the-cuff teasers about each competitor's ubiquitous style and entertaining clips zeroing in on the rigorous training endured by each leading up to the swim match of the decade (debacle?) are sure to spice up the Television Special which is being produced by producer Media Rights Capital in association with Dick Clark Productions
Will Shaq's gargantuan 7' 1" man-frame prove to be too formidable for the Golden Champ, Phelps?
Inquiring minds want to know!
The "bomb" prepares for the big splash!
Get ripped off 27/7 at CVS!
One day I trekked down to my regular pharmacy and got a rude awakening.
Much to my chagrin, the corporate giant that runs CVS gobbled up the retail outlet I was loyal to, without so much as a:
"Wham-bam! Thank you man!"
Like Wal-Mart before it, a CVS invasion into the mainstream marketplace has been making waves across the country .
For the most part, the reaction of consumers has been negative.
Outside one outlet in Westwood, for example, a posse of activists scrambled to coral customers as they exited the thriving enterprise with the specific aim of rustling up signatures for a petition seeking to trigger action against CVS (and their evil empire) for allegedly selling confidential medical information gleened from pharmacy records in violation of consumer rights.
Although a lawsuit was also filed against CVS in recent months for allegedly selling expired products on the shelves which posed a potential threat to customers' overall health and well-being (which was quickly settled out-of-court in spite of the fact CVS execs insistered there was no wrong-doing on their part) CVS management has continued to engage in dishonest conduct which may be ripe for litigation, too.
Shopppers have complained to consumer advocates - that after they plucked up sale items from the well-stocked shelves to take advantage of the savings - the original price was charged at the cash register instead of the discounted one advertised.
This past weekend, for instance, I spied two sales I was inclined to act upon.
One, offered regular-size chocolate bars (normally 89 cents each) at the yummy price of two for-a-buck.
Also, ten bottles of vitamin water (which normally retail at $1.69 each) were being offered for a sawbuck.
If that paper-money jargon has you baffled, just quiz an old-timer at the market for the answer.
With bargains in hand, I stepped up to the rough 'n tumble line (CVS has the WORST check out system in retail chain hell. The bozo who designed the sucker must have had sh** for brains) snaking down an aisle to await my turn.
The first two items (candy bar snacks) didn't pass muster!
"This one is $1.59," the clerk smirked at me.
I motioned to the counter below where the price (the one I correctly quoted) screamed out in bold black type from a brilliant yellow tag.
"Well, it's a mistake," he responded rudely.
At this juncture, I heard a couple of snickers (no pun intended) from a couple of customers behind me, who were starting to shift from one leg to another impatiently.
I thought I'd give him the benefit of the doubt, set them aside, and motioned for him to ring up the remaining item.
When he announced the total, I stared back in disbelief.
Something was amiss.
After scannning the receipt, I spied the error right off-the-bat.
Instead of charging me $1.00 for the Vitmain water, he inputted the sum of $1.99.
When I pointed out the overcharge, he got annoyed with me.
Apparently, a celebrated athlete was tied into a special promotion for the same thirst-quencher.
But, if I recalled correctly, that special was not advertised in the glass refrigerator at the back of the store.
So, I trotted down the aisle and verified that the sale price I was referring to was correct - at which point - I called out for him to check the sale price for himself.
In response, one of his co-workers strode up and took a glance at the offending tag, then retorted:
"We have two sales. You were charged for the other one."
"Well, I want the one that was advertised here," I firmly underscored without batting-an-eye.
Frustrated by the confrontation - and obviously not intelligent or experienced enough to fathom how to resolve the dilemma - he suddenly contradicted himself.
"That sale ended today," he replied smugly.
"So there! Gotcha," he appeared to be saying.
"Sir," (I used the term loosely - after all - he was a seriously overweight twenty-something kid with a spiteful unprofessional attitude) "the law requires that you sell me the item for the avertised price".
Oh, did that get his goat!
To shake things up a bit, I thought I'd throw a little scare in his direction.
"CVS just settled a lawsuit for violating consumer laws. Do you want to be sued again?"
His jaw dropped.
Meanwhile, the line at the counter was bloating-up by the minute.
Boy, were the natives getting pi**ed.
Suddenly, the little dough-boy yelled out to the cashier in an exasperated tone.
"Give it to him for a buck."
The cashier rang up the charges, I paid, and that was that.
When I headed out the door, I was absolutely floored when I overheard a nasty remark the disgruntled CVS worker uttered up to his co-worke behind my back.
"Because of that a**hole, I have to change all the price tags!"
Well, that was it in a nutshell, wasn't it?
Or, was it?
Why didn't CVS Management instruct staff to strike sale tags as soon as the goods were no longer available at bargain prices?
CVS's failure to inform employees about consumer laws was highly suspicious, too.
After all, pricing errors on advertised sales should be honored without question.
In the case of CVS, it appears that the company is relying on employee igornance (and their failure to disclose) to get them out of a "fix" when they are caught red-handed fudging on sales items to rack up profit.
I was also miffed at the failure of CVS staff to recognize the repercussions of their reprehensible unprofessional conduct, which interrupted the natural flow of things.
For example,when a customer snaps up a sale item and there is an obvious error in price, the clerk is forced to void the charge, then re-calculate the totals, and-so-forth and-so-on (with obvious delays).
In that event - in addition to the purchaser - the customers in line behind are also forced to deal with the frustrations involved, as well.
On the morning in question - boy! - did I face their ire.
The snafu wasn't my fault, but judging from the nasty glances in my direction, you'd think so.
Heck, I just wanted CVS to honor the sale price without having to twist an arm or two.
Suddenly, something dawned on me today, as I was penning this post.
What does CVS stand for?
It's a secret code, a get-out-of-jail free card, used frequently at the Evil Empire.
Can't Vouch (for) Sale.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
According to the Coroner, Michael Jackson's death was caused primarily by propofol (a powerful anesthetic) in combination with a sedative known as Lorazepam (Ativan), and is being recorded as a homicide.
Some are speculating that the findings that Jackson died due to "acute propofol intoxication" increase the likelihood of criminal charges behing filed against the administering physician.
Curiously, the full autopsy was not released.
In response to queries from the media, the Crononer's office disclosed that there was a security hold on the documents, per the request of Los Angeles authorities in charge of the ongoing investigation into the Pop Icon's mysterious death in June.
The spotlight is now focusing on Dr. Conrad Murray - Jackson's personal physician - who administered the drugs that fateful day.
Investigators obtained office records by way of warrant and are now seeking to determine how Murray procurred the potent drug - the use of which - is normally limited to hospital settiings where strict procedures are followed to prevent mishap.
Dr. Murry has declined interviews pending the outcome of the investigation, according to sources.
However, when captured on-camera weeks ago in an impromptu interview, Murray adamantly noted for the record that he told the truth.
"I have faith that the truth will prevail," he added solemnly.
Edward Chernoff, Murray's lawyer, asserted that his client was innocent of any wrongdoing.
"Nothing that Murray gave Jackson "should have" killed him," he insisted.
Meanwhile, on the heels of the news that the Jackson death was being labelled a homicide, it was announced that California State Attorney General - Jerry Brown - gave the nod to an independent probe to investigate a handful of physician's on Jackson's payroll in recent months.
The LAPD confirmed that their investigation was not complete yet - but hinted that their findings to date - warranted the case be presented to the Los Angeles Country District Attorney's office for filing consideration.
At that juncture, the District Attorney will review the factual evidence and determine if criminal charges should go forward.
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