DINAHHHHH!!!!!! Here we are. My last blog for our last episode and boy was it a doozie :) Dinah Shore has finally arrived. With all of the ups and downs Nat and I have recently experienced, you would think I would’ve known better and maybe sit out this year’s Dinah….NOT!

Every year my friends and I rent a sick house with all of the amenities. We never stay at hotels. This gives us the option to have after parties, pool parties, etc. We have our Dinah within Dinah. LOL!

With everything ready to go, Nat seemed a bit nervous about what may happen. We weren’t on the best of terms so she was on me a bit about possible fights and drama at Dinah. Well…..she was right. Dinah is about partying, drinking, letting loose, and having a blast with 1,000 of your close lesbian friends. That is a recipe for DRAMA! C’mon now.

The first night out we headed to the “White Diamonds” party. That was definitely the calm before the storm. At the White Diamonds party, things were a bit tame. We partied, had a great time, then came home to rest and gear up for the pool party. The pool party at Dinah is the epicenter of this yearly event. It’s where all the hook ups, fun times, and drama take place. So here we are…at the pool party and within the first five minutes we fight. Surprise! Surprise! My best friend Irene was trying to say hi to me, and Nat really had to go to the restroom. My girls were happy to see me, and we were simply saying hello. Nat kept interrupting and telling me to go to her friend’s room to use the restroom. With alcohol involved, excitement, and prior frustrations, I told her to go on her own. At that point I was getting more and more upset. Her attitude towards me just set me off. I should’ve just let things go, but I felt that there was no reason to be put on blast like that by her to begin with. So here we are….angry, fighting, and frustrated at Dinah. I sought solace in my dear friends and in my homie Whitney. Hence the beer bongs, good times, and partying while Nat is grinding on her friends. Hmmmm…and I’m the bad guy. Ok. We were BOTH doing our own thing. Totally separate and not even worried what the other person was doing. When it was time to go….I left.

To my surprise I show up at the house and Nat’s packing her stuff. Really??  I left her, but she got to the house before me to pack her stuff. We are both angry, tipsy, and frustrated. All of the anger and rage consumes Nat, and she finally lets it all out. She packed her stuff, threw a fit, and left.  Nat finally had “enough” and left me at Dinah. As she states, so eloquently, that for every one girl that says no, there are ten that will say yes ….she drives off into the sunset. :(   Yes ladies…we are DONE. Broken up. Single. Lover without the “L”…OVER!

That’s it! There I go back to life as I know it. Hitting the clubs, having fun, and moving on. Don’t get it twisted though. Natalie was and is the love of my life. If there is one thing I’ve learned from all of this, it is that. She is the one and I have loved her more than anyone.

With all of this coming to a close I want to thank you for watching our lives unfold and for caring about our stories. I know I was a bit of a bad girl but it wasn’t in vain. This experience has taught me so much. How much? Well, let’s hope I get the opportunity to share more with you in the future. Thank you for supporting THE REAL L WORD. I love you all…even the ones that hate me :)

What a way to go out….DINAH SHORE!!!!  For anyone who has never attended this weekend of lesbian debauchery, I HIGHLY suggest it, at least once.  Not only is it full of great music, parties, and poolside antics, but it provides a vehicle for an entire weekend where you can completely be yourself and feel comfortable no matter where in the world you come from.

This was kind of a test in a way for Sara and I.  We obviously both had feelings for one another, but neither one was sure if we were ready to drop our guard to open ourselves up to the experience.  I know many of you might be thinking “Yeah, righhhht?!” about the whole situation of Sara and Romi making out and being all up on one another.  To this I say…BELIEVE IT.  I got confirmation, although I had a sneaking suspicion that Romi and Sara had been talking on Facebook right before Dinah Shore.  Basically, they both knew they’d meet, they knew they had friends in common, and they knew they had me in common, so they figured “hey, why not be friends!?”

Initially I think they tried hiding it from me, because they thought come Palm Springs time, when I was unsure how the first interaction would go, they would just blow my mind and run up and hug each other.  The thing is, I actually told both of them prior to that that I thought they would indeed make great friends!!  To see them at the pool party together was not really a saddening sight….I mean, really, wouldn’t you agree?  It did however, among other things, show me that there is a good chance that Sara and I both are probably not ready to be in a relationship.  To this I say…bring it on Season 2. ;)

The last 8 months have changed my life.  Not only have I gotten the chance to share an experience and bond with a group of the most amazing women I have ever met, but I was blessed with the opportunity to be part of something so much bigger than myself.  I have received so much support and positive feedback from this show and for every person that tells me that watching us gives them the confidence to start discussion about their own sexuality, makes this whole process that much more worth it.

I have learned SO much about myself through being able to relive it every Sunday.  I know I have a long way to go, but in the meantime I am comfortable and happy with who I am as a person and I can only hope that opening our doors will help open doors for others in the future.  Thanks so much for watching and sharing this experience with me!  Hope to see you all again soon!

Wow…final episode, final blog…final parting thoughts on what has turned into one of wildest journeys I’ve ever been on. Where to even begin…

It’s probably best to address my mom’s surprise visit first and foremost, because till this day (three months later), I’m still in disbelief over her arrival. If my face didn’t paint an accurate enough picture of my shock, allow me to further detail my utter disbelief. I had NO CLUE that Nik’s friend was a decoy and that my mom was en route from the East Coast to spend an invaluable week by my side planning the wedding. I mean, how did I miss any and all signs of that surprise as it was being planned under my nose?!?! My girl was tense, my mom was avoiding my calls for days on end, and Nik insisted we arrive at the airport early enough to see the newsstands opening their gates…All things that seem just a touch off, but only in hindsight. At the time, I paid no mind and went with the flow.

Well sure enough, the surprise unfolded perfectly! I was patiently waiting for Kath when I spotted my mom in the crowd. It took a moment to register that I was seeing her because I couldn’t comprehend how she could be there. I stared for a few long seconds, my mouth fully agape with incredulity. I think my tonsils were even visible! Sure enough, when it did finally compute, I bee-lined up the escalator, grabbed her tightly and didn’t let go until we got to baggage claim. It was then that I finally had the calm and sensibility to ask if my dad was here too and perhaps hiding behind the carousel. (He didn’t join her for this trip, because he wanted to allow us a girls weekend.
Besides, a free pass to play golf, all day every day, for a week vs. wedding dress shopping with the ladies? Who could blame him?) All in all, it’s very amusing to see this play out on screen now, because in the moment I was completely unaware of myself and my surroundings.

The surprise was one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received, and I have the two most special women in my world to thank for it…my mom and my bride. During the amazing week she spent with us I finally bought a wedding dress, something every bride hopes to do in the company of her mom. It was a dress that my best friend helped me find during a “maid of honor” outing one day. I liked it but (no surprise here) was also a bit uncertain. The reason being, it was far from what I was looking for. I initially thought I wanted a dress that was less structured and more draping/sexy (similar to the first one I tried on). But when I put it on and saw the reaction from Nik, mom and Barbara, something made me look at it again with fresh perspective. I felt special. This one felt right, albeit a bit too big and not in my color choice…but it was indeed “IT”.

The rest of the week was filled with non-wedding related fun too. We had a birthday trifecta celebration (me, Nik and my mom are all back to back birthdays - April 15th, 16th & 17th, I kid you not. Our poor future kids!). We brought our moms to meet the cast during a network photo shoot; we saw extended family and we ate and drank well all over town. Not bad for having not a single plan in place when she arrived.
Her visit was perfect. I have a hard time expressing just how grateful I am for the love and support that surrounds me…the very love and support you got to witness on the beach. To hear my mom tell me how proud she is of my life, how much she loves Nik and how much my happiness means to her and my father renders me almost speechless. I knew from the moment I brought Nik into my world that my family’s acceptance was never a guarantee, but a hope. A very strong hope considering how much family means to me. Well, not only did I receive their blessings, but our relationship secured a spot in their lives and a valuable place in their hearts. For that I am eternally grateful. (Seven hugging scenes and a box of Kleenex later, I have no doubt you all got that).

And so, on a bit of a mushy note, our three month journey concludes…

Sharing my life on screen was one of the scariest experiences I’ve ever had, but in turn, also one of the most rewarding. Nik and I (along with the amazing other women in this cast) shared a tremendous vulnerability by opening our doors literally and figuratively for the world to see in. And by doing so, we’ve been thanked, we’ve been judged, we’ve been praised and we’ve been criticized. No denying, it all took some getting used to.
But we opted to put ourselves out there, and so the myriad of responses, both good and bad, were expected and appreciated. From this all, we’ve grown and gained in ways neither Nik nor I couldn’t have imagined.

It’s been a lot of fun to look back on the past 9 episodes and see our story play out. We laughed. We cringed. And we learned, A LOT. But as we watched, we also recognized that the view you had into our lives was not always the fullest and didn’t always provide you with the most complete backstory or most detailed context. With six plus women, a one hour time slot, and a weekly episodic structure, it simply wasn’t feasible to delve deep into each of our stories unfortunately. So you were left with a partial perspective of Nikki and Jill, and to me that is a bit unfortunate. For instance, you never saw us busy at work to actually earn the money we seemed to have spent week after week on the wedding, nor did you ever see Nik’s rendition of Taylor Dayne’s “Tell It To My Heart” as she skirted around the living room in her underwear. And you rarely saw us outside of our house. I ran almost 5 days a week during filming but remained pretty sedentary on screen. Point is, there is much to our lives and relationship that extends beyond the wedding (did we mention we’re getting married? Lol). And beyond Macbooks, puppies and our little Bhudda statue outside the house. I wish you could have been privy to it.
However, since you couldn’t, I do hope that our wedding story proved enjoyable and served a meaningful purpose in this show. Love is a beautiful thing, regardless of the genders its shared by. We all deserve the right to honor that love in whatever form of celebration or acknowledgment we so chose.

So what’s next you ask? Well, lets see…

We’ll continue to spend time with the fun, beautiful, bright, adventurous and amazingly special friends we made from this cast.

We’ll continue to Flip and document those crazy nights with the girls on our Facebook fan page.

We’ll start discussing Honeymoon locations (since I promised to make the decision painless).

We’ll, correction…I will study up on lesbian colloquialisms so I can carry on a conversation with Whitney or Rose.

We’ll share our Sexual Fluidity documentary with you.

We’ll do advocacy work to continue the important discussion surrounding gay rights and acceptance.

We’ll kick back with a bottle of wine and watch reality TV shows with a bit more sympathy and understanding.

Thanks for sharing in our lives! Stay in touch.
XO

Well, we’ve come full circle!  First of all, thank you for letting us share our laughter and tears with you for the past nine weeks.  It’s been an extremely cathartic experience, and I hope that there is somebody out there who has learned from all of our ups and downs.  We’ve all grown from this process and if anything, hope that the message of EQUALITY resonates louder than all.   

On a side note:  I’m glad you all finally got a chance to meet my good friend, Michele Fleury (who you may also recognize from the reality show, CURL GIRLS!).  She is who I have to blame for putting the Real L Word bug in my head.  So, thank you Mich!

My storyline in this episode is pretty self-explanatory, but the one thing that I was not ready for was Stamie’s reaction to my Mom’s hesitancy.  She has a very strong, funny, and magnetic personality, but the stress of having my Mom in town and not accepting her was a little too much for her to handle.  It’s something she’s already been through and doesn’t wish to retread – which is understandable.  For me, it was an exhausting couple of days of trying to please two of my favorite people.  I was trying very hard to balance the task of being respectful to all parties and staying true to myself.  Luckily, there was light at the end of the tunnel!!  (And that light may have come with the help of a 2 ½ year old with a lollipop.)

Somehow, in all of this mayhem, I managed to turn 30! And believe me, I had never thought I’d be on a reality show when I was blowing out those candles!  It’s such a milestone birthday and celebrating with an intimate group of friends and family was perfect!  And for anybody that doesn’t know Misty Odell – please, please, please do – not only is she a great friend, but her music, and especially lyrics, are amazing!  The entire night was incredibly memorable!

The best gift of all was having my Mom by my side and watching the joy on her face as she slowly let in and accepted my life.  She was finally supporting 100% of me, and I couldn’t be happier!  She’s made great strides (brought me to tears of joy with the Dautry scene at the California One Care PSA!) and is now asking about Stamie in most of our phone calls.  She is a strong and inspiring woman, and although change can sometimes be scary, she seems to be handling it all with grace.  It just takes time.

Side note:  It was also a big moment for my Mom to say SE AGAPO POLI, which means “I Love You Very Much” in Greek, to Stamie.  How cute is that??  Stamie is still convinced that my Greek Aunt fed her that line. All is going to be okay!

…And finally, thank you Showtime, for the 10 weeks of what felt like free therapy.  You finally broke me down!  I’ve learned that sometimes you just have to choose yourself, and that’s okay too.

To: Nikki, Jill, Whitney, Rose, and Mikey…..and of course, STAMIE! …….. It’s only the beginning!  Xo  

It’s my last blog of the series, and how can I thank you enough for spending nine painful wedding planning weeks with my hair.  LOL!   I truly wish that you could have had more of a glimpse into our lives beyond our upcoming nuptials, but there’s only an hour to tell the stories of six women and as such, this is our story that was told.

Dinah Shore…  Oh boy… Did I get myself in trouble with the community?  Let’s just say that “The Dinah” isn’t my scene, but if it’s your hot spot, I can appreciate that you enjoy that weekend.  Is there really a bronze statue of Rose there?  I don’t doubt that for a second!

It’s the final episode and for months I have been keeping the secret of Jill’s mom Judy’s surprise trip to LA!  I am the WORST at keeping anything quiet, in fact I carry the nickname of “NBC NEWS” but I really wanted to hold this one close to my heart.  I knew that Judy’s visit would be the best gift I could give Jill, especially now. 

I was so stressed the morning that Momma Judy arrived at the airport.  What you didn’t see was the little freak out session I had in the car trying to find the closest terminal to park so Judy wouldn’t have to be inconvenienced with her luggage.  I had a total melt down…  I wish they shared this with you, but maybe it will make it to an extended online clip.  It was pretty funny.

I loved having Judy in town with us.  Our moms get along so well, and we know that it’s rare to have such loving, accepting parents.  We both feel very blessed and appreciate our supportive families.

My bride looked GORGEOUS in her wedding gown.  All of us were in tears.  I can’t wait to marry Jill already! I am so tired of planning and talking about it.  We’re nearing two years together and I can’t think of sharing my life with anyone else but her.

Much has happened since filming. California just declared Prop 8 unconstitutional.  Jill and I are hoping that by the time we wed in October, the stay will be lifted and all same sex couples can resume legal marriages while the verdict is in appeal.  We have such a long way to go in this country.  Every human being should have the fundamental, civil right to marry.  This should not be a State by State issue, but rather a federal law across the country. 

As you know, we didn’t meet the cast until filming was over, but we now share such an amazing bond with the ladies.  These are our sisters for life, women that we hold so close to our hearts.  Each one of them is smart, talented, strong, sexy, funny and beautiful.  We are so fortunate to have had this experience, but more importantly, that we all made a special family in one another.

It was wonderful to witness how each of these stories has affected you, the viewer.  Everyone can relate to someone in the cast… some of us push your buttons, others you see in yourself, some you love, some you hate, some you hate to love and some you love to hate…  but at the end of the day, we created a dialogue…  and we, as gay women, were once again represented in the media.  For that I am grateful.

Goooooing to Malibu and we’re gonna get maa-aa-aarried…

Finally! Signed, sealed and delivered. I have to say it was a bit of an exhausting process trying to research other venues. We saw, at most, two other homes, looked at a local hotel and reviewed a number of properties online…and nothing compared to the magnificence of that very first home.

I appreciate that Nik gave me the space to do my due diligence, because it made my final decision all the more certain. As I’ve said in previous blogs, deep down inside I had a feeling that nothing would touch me (us) the way the Malibu home did. But I also knew that I needed to make sure. And so I did, and let me tell you, making that pivotal phone call to Camilla felt really damn good…for all of us. I mean, come on, Nik almost fell out of the chair and everyone phone hugged! That’s a sign of a happy verdict.

Now the real fun begins! I feel like we finally secured the canvas, and now we can begin painting. Music, food, flowers, invitations, etc…all colors to be applied. I can tell you though, that after the elongated three week decision making process, I vowed to Nik and myself to make all upcoming brush strokes with a little more ease. If the caterer suggests chicken, then chicken it will be! Can you imagine if I put us through the same rigmarole again?…“But Nik, there are so many types of poultry, shouldn’t we try turkey, or duck, or hen? Ooh, what about that multiple stuffed thing called Turducken? Then we can serve all three!”  Yea…I’ll be turning over a new leaf.

And on the list of things I am now definitive about…I am positive that I’ll never be able to parlay my TV career into a stint on “Dancing With the Stars.” Wow, what a sad display of grace… holding hands to learn the box step?! I really think I must have been absent the day they taught that in gym class. If only I could find out and redeem myself and my inabilities slightly…But no, instead I have to watch and relive the two of us butcher the most fundamental, by-the-book dance step AND on national television no less! Ohhhh the shame…

But this is where I attempt to save some face and refer you back to my blog from Episode 103. It was there that I explain that I am not completely incompetent on the dance floor, I’m just not trained in anything slow. Well, that, or trained period. But I do have a smidgeon of rhythm, which is why I think it’s brilliant to have our first dance be to something by Madonna or Ludacris. Hey, we’re all about writing our own rules with this union, so why not come out pop locking?!

Well, we laughed, we bruised toes, and we gave that lesson our damn best effort. And that is what it’s really about anyway — creating funny and lasting memories together. To clarify my playful remark on the show, the only reason two women dancing feels a bit strange to me is because we can’t figure out who’s leading! So it ends up looking like we’re wrestling our way across the dance floor. That could make for a great scene on this show (especially if you threw in some creamed corn), but maybe a bit less appropriate for the wedding. And so, we fully intend to wing it on our special day. I think being in one another’s close embrace, coupled with a small hip sway, will make for a beautiful and memorable first dance.

We end this episode and this weekly blog putting dance lessons to rest and by rolling up our sleeves to really delve into the planning. And nothing gives me greater pleasure than to be able to do so for a marriage that will be LEGAL! It’s about time California…Equality won!

Well, here’s the aftermath of the mayhem… and it’s manifested itself into a sun-baked concoction of lube, cream corn, and grits….AWESOME!  See, what you don’t know is that I actually went away for work for almost a week, leaving the kiddy pool to cook in the hot LA sun.  Wow, is all I can say regarding the aroma that permeated from that gooey mess.  The bag literally weighed about 60lbs each, and every time we moved it some gelatinous substance would shoot out, releasing a stench that made everyone in a 10ft radius heave. 

Note to self:  For the 2nd annual party: a) immediately dispose of all wrestling accoutrement, and b) try not to end up crying on the steps alone by the end of the night. 

Man, if I have to hear myself use the words “I’m being honest” one more time! I mean really, by this point is seems like I’m only trying to convince myself of this boundless honesty.  What I should be saying is, “Can’t we all just get along?” or “I’m TRYING to be honest,” or maybe even, “Hey, I’d love to be honest but the coon skin hat I have on is screwing my perception.”  I do have the best intentions in mind though, and that is the truth — but damn to see it back, I realize that sometimes good intentions aren’t everything. 

Fashion week!! Mikey did such a fantastic job, and it was amazing having everyone be in attendance to watch not only the success of the show but also such a momentous occasion as the proposal.  CONGRATS MIKEY!!

 

WHY, OH WHY DID I GO TO ANGEL??? UGH!!  

I keep asking myself that question and have major regrets. Going through my grandmothers illness, not getting along with my mother, and Natalie and I not being on the same page just sent me down the wrong path. Angel and I had a very turbulent relationship, and I don’t know why I sought “solace” — but that goes to show you the downward spiral I was in.

I wished Natalie and I could’ve found common ground during that time. I think with her mother’s illness, along with my grandmother’s, it just tore us apart. If there is one thing I do regret (there are many), it was going to Angel. I should’ve never disrespected or hurt Natalie like that. I hate what I did and regret it so bad :(

Finally, you get to see my mother on camera. After 7 episodes of hearing about our feud, you finally get to see the result. With my grandmother finally being out of the hospital and in good health, I felt it was in everyone’s best interest to let it all go. My dad, aunt, uncles, and more importantly, my grandmother have all urged me to let it go — so I decided it was best.

My mother and I will always have our ups and downs, but when my grandmother got sick and was near death, you tend to put things in perspective and petty fights and indifferences are just that…. petty fights and indifferences. They mean nothing. All is well with the family, and we are all happy that my grandmother is well.

FASHION WEEK!!! Wow that night was awesome. All of the girls got together to celebrate a huge accomplishment for Mikey and see what it was all about. What a show!!! Not to mention that proposal. As you can see from my expression, I was blown away. I wish them a lifetime of love and happiness :))

Coming Out. Again, and again, and again….

There are several stages or steps to the coming-out process, and everyone’s experience and journey is unique.  However, the one thing we all have in common is that we’re always going to have to share our secret with someone at some point in our lives….parents, coworkers, friends…..but it will always start with coming-out and being true to yourself. 

For me, this part of the process was unusually easy.  That is, until I realized I would eventually have to come up against other peoples’ judgments, prejudices, stereotypes and fears of the unknown.  If life wasn’t hard enough….

So, in order to fully grasp what is happening in this episode, I should give you a little back story on my relationship with my mother and all things gay!  Here goes:  After about 7 months of dating my first girlfriend, I decided to tell my mother over a cheesecake and coffee in a NJ diner.  The reason I had waited this long was two-pronged: 1.) I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a “phase” as some people were trying to convince me of at the time; and 2.) My mother was just recently divorced and having a very hard time adjusting to life again.  Let’s just say that her reaction was very different than what had played out in my head.  It was as if I had not only disappointed her but also shamed my family.  And even though we had a great relationship prior, she quietly proposed a very one-sided agreement that led to a moratorium of discussing all things gay – when it had to do with her daughter!  (Insert very big lavendar elephant here!!)  Cut to 4 years later and this arrangement has become outdated and no longer working for me!!!  She’s missing out on huge parts of my life!

MOM:
I was really disappointed that my mother was resistant to coming out for my 30th birthday party - excuse after excuse. Part of me thought it was because of the fact that there were cameras following my every move and another because she wasn’t ready to see the life I had created for myself (i.e., Stamie, kids, Gay Gay Gay).  I can’t explain how elated I was when I opened my front door to find a 5’1” Puerto Rican “Hot Tamale” Spitfire on my front porch!  And, as you saw, my Mom said things to me that I’ve been waiting four years to hear, so it was quite emotional!  For instance, as we started to delve deeper, my Mom finally shared that it was her own dream for me that she was harping on — a husband, kids, white wedding — rather than my own.  What I do know though, is that parents also have a coming-out process.  Some of us struggle with this secret for so long and then once it leaves our lips, we except immediate acceptance from those we love.  But we must also remember to give them a second to let it marinate!  My Mom is my best friend – so it was worth the wait!  
 
STAMIE:
I feel for her right now!  I know that introducing my Mom to Stamie at her comedy show wasn’t the best decision on my part, but sometimes life throws you a curveball and you just have to go with it. But, oh man, that was ROUGH!!! Could you feel the tension in the air?  Imagine being stuck in the middle of that for a week!  It felt like the longest evening ever, and I can only explain it as BITTERSWEET. 

Since Stamie has already gone through her own coming out process, it’s been hard for her to rehash and relive those days through me. She is past it and pours every last morsel of love and energy into the three gorgeous children of hers.  Like most parents, her priority became providing a good life for her children, which makes coming out issues pale in comparison.  With age and/or experience often comes a shift in perspective.  

I’m stuck in between my two favorite people at the moment!  Is there a way to please everybody?  Hopefully, down the road, Stamie and my mother will both take down their guards and learn to love each other.  For the time being, however, whoever I’m dating is going to be in the hot (tamale) seat.    

To be continued next week…….
 

Episode 8 out of 9.  You know what that means?  Only one more episode left of my BAD HAIR in the opening sequence!  Whew!  This was one long season of vanity torture.

Crying in the bedroom.  Yeah, it happens, joyfully.  Unless of course if you are having that last break up sex moment…  Oh the flooding tears….  but I digress…

Well, Jill and I are back again talking about that Malibu location for the wedding.  Shocking, huh?    Since the day we saw that house, I haven’t been able get it off of my mind!  Unfortunately, you were not witness to the other estates that we walked through while Jill tried to exhaust different options.  Let me just tell you, they all paled in comparison!  

Camilla sent us final photographs of some other homes that she wanted us to view in person, but after looking at the pictures with Jill, you could see that I wasn’t interested in viewing a “haunted house” or one that looked liked it smelled badly.  I tried to keep my peanut gallery comments to a minimum, but that didn’t work.

I actually wasn’t expecting Jill to give us her blessing on the Malibu house that day, as you can see by my shocked and excited reaction!  I envisioned the wedding here since we stepped foot on this property, and I’m thrilled that Jill now feels this is the place where we should be getting married too.  I always said that if we hadn’t seen the Malibu estate first, she would have agreed to it much sooner.  But you know Jill, she needs options…  she likes to weigh things out, do pro and cons…  And I appreciate that, because as a couple, we do balance one another.  I may look like I am the decision maker in this family, but Jill always has the last and final say.

Now let’s get back to my genius idea of a Valentine’s Day present…  DANCE LESSONS!  What. Was. I. Thinking????  As I have told you, I was not blessed with the dance gene like my mom.  And as I have also stated, I can’t dance. Jill can’t dance, but I can’t dance better than Jill so we’re f***ed! 

Our lesson was our first and last. Twinkle Toes and I have resorted to faking it until we make it on the dance floor.  Don’t get me wrong.  We have rhythm. Trust me…  just no box stepping for us!  I have apologized and given Jill back massages to make up for it.

And by the way, my happy dance over the Malibu house was much better than any moves I had at that lesson!   With that said, I still don’t think Dancing With The Stars is calling me for next season.

Fashion Week was amazing.  One of the production companies I represent is owned by Smashbox Studios, and they were a sponsor of the show.  We were in attendance to support them and to see the couture!   Of course, we didn’t know the rest of the cast at the time of filming.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t any interaction between us.  The cameras should be rolling on us now, because we all have such a wonderful dynamic with one another.  We really have grown into a little family, and Jill and I are so appreciative to have met these women. 

It’s been an amazing journey, and we appreciate you coming along with us.  We’ll see you next week for our final blogs and the last episode.