LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
Being SCENE |
by Tom Minnuto |
Pull up a chair. Have some mojo punch. Let's gossip about those vivacious valley dolls living at 208 Rodney. You must know their names by nowCliff Lassahn, Tom Kantor, Gregg Wolff, Todd August, Michael Curry, Jon Kaplan, Joel Pearson, Robert Mittleman, Rut Paul and Mike Rutledge. Otherwise known as the Rod Squad, these groovy guys must be fresh from the Academy of Theme-Party Arts. After all, they are the creators of the recent "Austin Powers meets The Valley of the Dolls" quasi-drag affaira fresh, energetic, well-orchestrated and well-attended event that won't be easily surpassed (if at all) by theme parties to come. As a matter of fact, Rehoboth even saw the abrupt cancellation of a party that was to be held just one week after the Rodney gala. Clearly, it's difficult to compete on the heels of fabulousness. Throughout the evening of 208 Rodney's reign, an assortment of scenes from the 60's was seen. Austin Powers handed out party favors while the delirious Dr. Evil a.k.a. Justin Elliot handed out evil attitude. Sharon Tate, Patty Duke, Barbara Perkins, and Susan Hayward stopped in to make sure they were being impersonated accurately. Sultry singer Dwayne Eley convinced the crowd he was Dionne Warwick. In the garage, a hoola hoop competition broke out between 10 George's Hoola Hoopettes (Mike Casey and Jon Radulovic) and 49 Olive's hoola heavyweight, Kevin McDuffie. 1st prize went to Carefree Kevin, who began hooping in 1965 at the age of twenty. Later that evening, Mike "Scooby Snack" Casey found himself stranded at The Renegade. Hoping to attend 10 Terrace's spectacular patio dance party before it ended, Casey walked along Route One with the intention of being picked-up. Luckily, a pick-up truck pulled to the side of the road. Casey wanted to be picked-up by a bodybuilder named Butch, but instead he found Karoke queen Gladys Kravitz behind the steering wheel. Being the singer that she is, Gladys picked up the tempo by launching into her rendition of the Pointer Sister's "Baby Come and Get It." Casey picked up his belongings and jumped inside the pick-up. How the story ends is anybody's guess. Did Casey get the ride he wanted? Did he let the fellas of 10 Terrace know he was coming? Surely he'll pick up the pieces to this sordid tale, put them back together, and start all over again this weekend. Pick up the next issue of Being Scene for future reports on Casey that will pick up where this one left off. Nifty John Swifty likes his voice to be heard. Unfortunately, the outspoken member of 707 Bayard came down with a bad case of laryngitis during Ron Bowman's birthday bash at 47 Columbia. When he spotted a few pranksters putting fireworks instead of candles in the birthday cake, John was speechless. Unable to verbally warn the twenty-five guests of the impending danger, John began waving his hands ferociously and poking people with his fingers. Ultimately John exploded, as did the blue and white frosted cake. His popped blood vessels are healing nicely. Now that his voice is back he has this to say: "Next time you see a big candle be careful when you blow." Republican Richard Tafel, author of the new book, Party Crasher, held a book signing at 6 State Avenue, home of Kevin Bliss and Damien Brouillard. While Rich challenged politics as usual, another republican stood nearby challenging social politics as usual. Apparently, the unnamed guest had mistaken the book signing for happy hour. With a title like Party Crasher, one can see how Chris Riss was confused. For those interested in knowing about the party that never happened at 115 Stockleyhere's what unreliable sources are reporting: The Stockley house is divided into two camps. There is the "Real Estate Group" and the "Not So Real Group." Apparently, the Not-So-Reals scheduled the party and said it was still happening despite their arrangements to go out of town that weekend. According to the Real-Estates, they had no intentions on having the party and were left in a crossfire of criticism due to the other group's negligence. Still unanswered is which group really dropped its balls, who they dropped them on, and will this hairy situation be smoothed out? Count on Quirky Dirky Smith of 19 Terrace to throw his hat in the air at his annual Hat Party, Saturday, July 31 from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. Will Dutchess Dirk reprise his role as Miss Sassy Chrysler-Plymouth-Dodge-Jeep-Eagle-Dalmer-Benz? If not, he's sure to be some other metallic inCARnation. Grab whatever for your head and stop by. Later, dance the night away with Randy and Tommy Marshall-Gibson at their 6th annual Full Moon Party at 330 Beech Drive from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. Beech Drive is in the development across from the Midway movie theatre, but don't let the distance stop you from joining this celestial summer dance. Call Seaport Taxi at 645-6800 for a ride because this party is Rehoboth's best-kept secretone of the finest parties all summer. Next weekend, check out 22 William F. from 9 p.m. to midnight. Lee Costillo has been juggling theme ideas for this party, which have ranged from Teletubbies to Mud Wrestling, so keep an eye out for the invitations to know for sure. Finally, it's that time of summer where we start preparing for Labor Day's all weekend SUNDANCE benefit for SCAC and CAMP Rehoboth. For sponsor, supporter, host and ticket information call CAMP Rehoboth at 302-227-5620. Tom Minnuto wanted us to remind you that if you havent gotten your copy of BEACH BOOK 99 you can pick one up at CAMP Rehoboth, next to Lambda Rising. |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 9, No. 10, July 30, 1999 |