That's about what you'd tip a Scottsdale valet these days. See, the corkage fee at Giuseppe's, the no-frills eatery with the way-above-average fare that's owned by Richard Bock, principal cellist for the Phoenix Symphony, is only $3 per bottle. Of course, it costs the Eye-tie eatery a pretty penny. Giuseppe's Italian Kitchen owns this spot, like Mark Cuban owns the Dallas Mavericks. Despite our better judgment, we haven't been able to turn off this sudsy mess, which returns for a second season next month. We defy you to look away from Utah polygamist Bill Henrickson (played by Bill Paxton) or his wives Barb, Nicki, and Margene (Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloë Sevigny, and Ginnifer Goodwin), who live in three separate houses on the same hunk of suburban crabgrass. But leave it to HBO to turn a program about a perverted practice that enslaves women into must-see TV. The abuses of polygamy in the northern Arizona and southern Utah towns of Colorado City and Hildale never looked so good, particularly as described, over the years, in the pages of Phoenix New Times, where John Dougherty broke much of the news about the real-life polygamists. They took a randy religious practice involving multiple wives and pedophilia committed with underage "spiritual" brides and turned it into a weekly hour that's as down and dirty as an episode of Three's Company.
Olsen and Will Scheffer and a passel of midlevel movie stars.
What HBO's Big Love series lacked in reality it made up for in high cheekbones and even higher-gloss soap opera antics, courtesy of co-creators Mark V. We love what Hollywood does with real-life miscreants, so this year's prime-time television take on polygamy really caught our eye. Johnson (who was charged with disorderly conduct and criminal trespassing) was dumped by Mesa firefighters.
Rather than leaving Leroy on the lamb, coppers hauled him off to the Fourth Avenue jail later, Mr. According to the report, when Alan Goats (we swear, that's his name) found Leroy in his barn his pants around his ankles and a small gray ewe between his legs Johnson laughed and hollered, "You caught me, Alan, I tried to fuck your sheep!" So there's little question that, er, mutton happened.
What made this particular chorus of "Baa Baa Fire Chief" so fun to sing was the accompanying police report, an eight-pager (with pictures!) so full of yuks you'd swear it was a hoax. And sometimes they screw sheep, too! At least that's what Mesa deputy fire chief Leroy Donald Johnson was accused of doing last March, when he was busted for allegedly screwing his neighbor's lamb.
But be aware that if the Head Mistress approves your membership and you attend a play party, participation is mandatory.įirefighters! You gotta love 'em. So, how does a gal get into Club Mistress? (Guys, forget it you'll never get in.) The best we can tell you is to poke around on MySpace.
The club has no membership fee, phone number or address. Meetings take place at local lesbian bars and strip clubs, and play parties happen at private homes, with everything organized well in advance of the event dates. There is a strict set of rules everyone must follow (including not revealing the identity of other club members or discussing club activities with outsiders). Club Mistress isn't a haphazard horndog fest, either. After all, the Mistresses who run the show (other participants are subservient "Girls") are seasoned pros, not exhibitionists looking to entertain the testosterone set. Given that Club Mistress is purely a women's play club (a strict "no cameras, no men" rule is enforced at meetings and parties), it's not surprising that the members are so covert.