David and Melanie Smallwood "won" next, but a few more minutes went by and neither appeared. "Gary Rosen and guest." Long pause. "Alina Vasquez." No screams. "Billy Bean." Silence. The Bitch jumped up on a chair to see if the former San Diego Padres slugger/gay apologist author of Going the Other Way stepped forward. He didn't. "Patricia Clark Parker." People grew impatient and began allowing ten seconds between names. "Five, four, three, two, one!" the crowd yelled. Brendan Fitzgerald, Felipo Martino, Joe Weiner, Jonathan Bennett, and several more, all winners, then sudden losers.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, luck stumbled upon Jhianny Massad, one of the brokers for the condo. Fireworks exploded to the east, honoring Jhianny and the Marquis, as the unlucky drifted across the old HoJo roof for another plastic glass of free booze, or down to wait for the valets to get their cars.
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Two-Year-Olds Can Do ItAt the GenArt fashion show this past Friday, The Bitch spotted Nolé Marin taking a break from his duties as a judge on the UPN series America's Next Top Model and fashion director for Instinct magazine. "I can't give you any dish," Marin was quick to warn. He must have thought The Bitch was going to ask him about who on the cutthroat catwalk contest show is bulimic or on crack or something, but she actually wanted to know about Marin's Pomeranian, Empress Minnie, who has her own dais on ANTM. Relieved, Marin talked dogs with The Bitch for a while before agreeing to a play-date.
Looking over to the poolside runway set up behind the Surfcomber for the show, The Bitch did observe how models -- both at the hotel and on the show -- seemed to have a lot of difficulty walking in heels, an oddity in Miami, where the average chica can run in four-inch stilettos while hailing a cab and gulping a cafécito. "You have to remember models have two legs, not four," Marin reminded.
Freak Show in LimboWhile The Bitch was scoring an autographed business card from her idol Chuck Klosterman ("This is a curious request...") at the SXSW music conference in Texas this past weekend, fellow gossip-gatherer Harry Knowles of Austin's own aint-it-cool-news.com was doing actual work. Knowles tracked down HBO president Carolyn Strauss, a surprise guest at the festival's Deadwood party to ask her about the fate of the cable series revered by all shoegazer geeks, Carnivale. Will the mythology-building tale end after only two seasons?
Well, like Lodz, the show is not dead. Nor is it renewed. Strauss would confirm only that Carnivale is in limbo. When will a decision be made? "I have no news," were Strauss's parting words, according to Knowles.
