C celebrates

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CHER and I haven’t seen much of each other lately. Between her being off and recording her new album and me being fairly busy myself, our schedules just haven’t aligned. Which meant sadly the jet-setter wasn’t able to make it to my party last weekend.

But now that she’s back in town she’s been proudly wearing a “Celebrating 10” party favor button bracelet everywhere she goes!

Cher, Celebrating 10 in Style

She’s even been demanding them be made in other colors to match her other Bob Mackie favorites. And when C asks you to make something for her to wear, you don’t ask questions.

Well, except to ask which colors she wants.

CHER – the regifter.

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When CHER told me that she was cutting back on the Christmas presents this year I applauded her for having some restraint and for thinking about what’s truly important about the season.

Well, the applause quickly ceased when I caught her regifting things of mine from around the house!

First, she was pillaging through my three-wick candles, then was onto my stack of sweaters, and then had the audacity to take one of my favorite watches.

Cher Regifting Presents

I’m not sure who she even planned on giving these to, but needless to say, they won’t be burning any new candles!

MDNA

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Last weekend my sister and I got a last-minute opportunity to see Madonna in St. Paul. This was my second time seeing the tour. My sister and CHER’s first.

When M was in Chicago back in September, CHER stayed home. She hadn’t spent much time listening to the new album and just didn’t want to be out late on a Thursday night.

Well, after she heard about how amazing the show was (and that this one was on a Saturday night), CHER was in. She packed her bag and buckled herself in for our MDNA road trip to the Twin Cities.

A bag of raisinets and a box of hot tamales later, we were checking into the hotel. Which is when C found out that my sister and I were donning neon yellow for the show.

I guess during all of our last-minute planning, we forgot to tell C to pack some neon. This, as you would have guessed, didn’t resonate well with Miss C.

So she bitterly hung back at the hotel in dramatic protest. Though I think she enjoyed herself just as well. When we got back we caught her dancing around the hotel room to Papa Don’t Preach whilst sporting a Madonna pin.

CHER at Madonna

And from the room service bill I got when checking out, I can’t say I feel bad that she missed the show whatsoever.

CHER at the top.

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OK, it’s taken six-plus weeks to tell C’s full Lake Tahoe vacation story.

I’ve been busy.

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So, let’s flash back six weeks.

To south Lake Tahoe.

To the gondola lift line.

My mom was really excited to get us all to one of the highest points in Tahoe, so she bought a pack of tickets to ride the Heavenly Gondola and we all got in line.

Long, embarrassing fear-of-heights story short (long version includes C kicking, screaming and fighting as we tried to get her onto the gondola, which got us a bit of attention and, subsequently, included in some photos of some foreign tourists that were in absolute awe of CHER … or at least her spectacle), we finally got CHER on the gondola with us. You can tell by her expression that she wasn’t so sure about the high climb up the hill.

Cher, Cher Doll, Cher riding Gondola, Heavenly Gondola, Lake Tahoe

But once we got to the top, I think her fear of heights subsided and she was able to appreciate the view (and crisp breeze). At least for long enough for us, and a few of those foreigners, to snap a few pictures.

Cher, Cher doll, Cher overlooking Lake Tahoe from above

Thank you, C, for at least cooperating at the top. It saved us from all being in some family’s slide show as they narrated to their friends, “… and this is the one where we saw the one-and-only CHER smack this guy who was trying to get her back onto the Gondola.”

And this, my followers, concludes CHER’s trip to Tahoe.