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On Saturday, I worked a Valet Girls job in Simi Valley. The event was an annual picnic that a couple has at their house for friends and family to get together from near and far (people fly in for the picnic). The picnic is not just your checkered blanket and woven basket full of goodies. No sir. This picnic was La Grande Picnic. There were tents and tables, a live band on a stage with dancing, an open (full) bar, a catered grill-out with dogs, and burgers, and potato salad, and baked beans - the works. There were drawings for various prizes, there were potato-sack races and three-legged races - complete with ribbons for first, second and third place awards. And, of course, valet parking.
Okay, so you get the idea. A big, big picnic.
Well, Dana (the owner of Valet Girls) was very jammed with parties for this particular day. She had more parties than she had girls to work. So, she recruited Roark to work with us at the party. Roark is Maria's husband. Maria is my favorite Valet Girl by far. Maria is great - organized, on top of things, and fun to work with. She's totally down to earth and normal, but always cutting up and having a good time.
Maria was working a different party in Malibu, but Roark worked with us in Simi Valley.
A few hours into the party, women started swarming Roark. They were pointing and giggling and stealing glances around corners at him. Sure, he's a handsome fellow, but geez. (blonde, blue eyes, nicely built) Finally, the women gathered into a big brave group and approached him demanding, "Take off your sungalsses. We want to see your face."
Oh. I reckon I should mention that Roark is a former soap star -- Dr. Mike Horton of "Days of Our Lives." (and a small stint on Passions) Though he's also been in several movies, he's most recognizable as Dr. Horton.
It was pretty hilarious to watch these women go ga-ga over Roark. He was embarrased to be recognized, but very polite about it all. He posed for photos, signed a few autographs, and parked cars, too. Poor guy. He didn't even get to grab a burger because he was too afraid of making a scene by trampsing through the picnic. No matter, they came to him.
By the end of the night, he was so starved that he wound up taking a half-eaten turkey sandwich that Kelly (another Valet) offered from her leftover lunch.
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On Saturday, I worked a Valet Girls job in Simi Valley. The event was an annual picnic that a couple has at their house for friends and family to get together from near and far (people fly in for the picnic). The picnic is not just your checkered blanket and woven basket full of goodies. No sir. This picnic was La Grande Picnic. There were tents and tables, a live band on a stage with dancing, an open (full) bar, a catered grill-out with dogs, and burgers, and potato salad, and baked beans - the works. There were drawings for various prizes, there were potato-sack races and three-legged races - complete with ribbons for first, second and third place awards. And, of course, valet parking.
Okay, so you get the idea. A big, big picnic.
Well, Dana (the owner of Valet Girls) was very jammed with parties for this particular day. She had more parties than she had girls to work. So, she recruited Roark to work with us at the party. Roark is Maria's husband. Maria is my favorite Valet Girl by far. Maria is great - organized, on top of things, and fun to work with. She's totally down to earth and normal, but always cutting up and having a good time.
Maria was working a different party in Malibu, but Roark worked with us in Simi Valley.
A few hours into the party, women started swarming Roark. They were pointing and giggling and stealing glances around corners at him. Sure, he's a handsome fellow, but geez. (blonde, blue eyes, nicely built) Finally, the women gathered into a big brave group and approached him demanding, "Take off your sungalsses. We want to see your face."
Oh. I reckon I should mention that Roark is a former soap star -- Dr. Mike Horton of "Days of Our Lives." (and a small stint on Passions) Though he's also been in several movies, he's most recognizable as Dr. Horton.
It was pretty hilarious to watch these women go ga-ga over Roark. He was embarrased to be recognized, but very polite about it all. He posed for photos, signed a few autographs, and parked cars, too. Poor guy. He didn't even get to grab a burger because he was too afraid of making a scene by trampsing through the picnic. No matter, they came to him.
By the end of the night, he was so starved that he wound up taking a half-eaten turkey sandwich that Kelly (another Valet) offered from her leftover lunch.
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