dude (looks like a lady): my steven tyler story
i'm convinced that everyone living on the south coast of massachusetts has a steven tyler story. even my older brother has spotted this scrawny, big-lipped rock legend on several occasions, once at a movie theater and just recently at the gap in the hanover mall.
well. last night i was visiting my aunt susan and uncle scott in wrentham, and i dare say that susan's steven tyler story beats the pants off of all other steven tyler stories i've heard. for those of you who follow my blogs, this is the same aunt that used to work for celebrity chef ming tsai, as his personal assistant. susan loves working with food, and for the last number of months has been working for a big catering company in boston called cuisine chez vous. sometime this past december, she got a note on her desk stating that steven tyler called and wanted her to cater this christmas eve party he was throwing for his immediate family, and my aunt's like, "alright, cool."
so my aunt started having meetings with steven tyler (and his girlfriend erin, who tagged along). he'd call her up on her cell phone before a meeting like, "hey, susan, i'm at starbucks, want a coffee?" yeah. it was like that. and he was having this party at his house in marshfield, so naturally he wanted my aunt to come and check out his house so they could talk about what tables would go where, etc. (i'm sorry, i don't know all the professional catering lingo, otherwise you can bet i'd be using it to show off). so of course last night my aunt was dying to tell me what his house looks like. she swore it was a cross between willy wonka and dr. seuss; naturally, i was intrigued. she said there were odd angles and trees everywhere, paraphernalia and memorabilia of every super hollywood star and rock legend that ever existed adorning all the walls, and the ceiling was made of bubbles. at one point steven asked her if she'd like to go to "blue hawaii" (his basement). well, there are two ways of getting to steven tyler's basement. you can take the stairs (ever been to the museum of science? remember those wicked cool musical stairs that you wished you could have in your house? yeah. steven tyler has them), or you can take…*drum roll*…the slide. i was going to have to kill my aunt if she told me she didn't choose the slide, but thankfully she used her common sense. she said that as you're going down the slide, you can hear elvis singing "blue hawaii" and there are elvis posters and paraphernalia on the walls.
if you're anything like me, steven tyler's house is sounding like what you've always imagined heaven would be like, and you're drooling at the possibilities.
in case you haven't had the opportunity of meeting steven tyler and you're wondering what he's like, my aunt says he's actually a pretty normal, fun guy. i mean, sure, he often wears leather pants and during one of these meetings with my aunt he actually oh-so-casually crossed his legs on her lap (he must have felt really comfortable with her), but otherwise he's pretty cool. and yes, my aunt was there for a while at his house on christmas eve to make sure things were running smoothly (they were), and got to meet his immediate family, which consisted of about 20 people.
if all that isn't enough, steven actually has asked my aunt if she'd like to be his traveling caterer – as in, go on tour with him. she doesn't think she's going to take the job, however. i know, i know - i've already slapped her with a big fat, "you're kidding, right?" but i guess i can understand how packing up on a moment's notice to go to places like singapore might not be all that convenient. still. talk about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. but then, i guess she's already had one of those.
this whole story was told to me last night. let me remind you that i had never seen steven tyler, ever, in my whole life except for on tv. so this morning my mom and i walk into starbucks, and guess who's standing there at the counter? yep. steven tyler (with a new girlfriend). life is so ironic sometimes. i mean, i go to the marshfield starbucks all the time, and by all the time i mean i'm on a first name basis with practically everyone who works there and they've got my drink made before i walk in the door. and i know steven tyler goes there a lot, too. yet the only time i actually catch him is the morning after i've been told this bizarre story by my aunt.
case in point? i now have my own steven tyler story. not quite as impressive as being able to claim i've taken a slide down to his elvis shrine of a basement, but it's a story nonetheless. yay.
well. last night i was visiting my aunt susan and uncle scott in wrentham, and i dare say that susan's steven tyler story beats the pants off of all other steven tyler stories i've heard. for those of you who follow my blogs, this is the same aunt that used to work for celebrity chef ming tsai, as his personal assistant. susan loves working with food, and for the last number of months has been working for a big catering company in boston called cuisine chez vous. sometime this past december, she got a note on her desk stating that steven tyler called and wanted her to cater this christmas eve party he was throwing for his immediate family, and my aunt's like, "alright, cool."
so my aunt started having meetings with steven tyler (and his girlfriend erin, who tagged along). he'd call her up on her cell phone before a meeting like, "hey, susan, i'm at starbucks, want a coffee?" yeah. it was like that. and he was having this party at his house in marshfield, so naturally he wanted my aunt to come and check out his house so they could talk about what tables would go where, etc. (i'm sorry, i don't know all the professional catering lingo, otherwise you can bet i'd be using it to show off). so of course last night my aunt was dying to tell me what his house looks like. she swore it was a cross between willy wonka and dr. seuss; naturally, i was intrigued. she said there were odd angles and trees everywhere, paraphernalia and memorabilia of every super hollywood star and rock legend that ever existed adorning all the walls, and the ceiling was made of bubbles. at one point steven asked her if she'd like to go to "blue hawaii" (his basement). well, there are two ways of getting to steven tyler's basement. you can take the stairs (ever been to the museum of science? remember those wicked cool musical stairs that you wished you could have in your house? yeah. steven tyler has them), or you can take…*drum roll*…the slide. i was going to have to kill my aunt if she told me she didn't choose the slide, but thankfully she used her common sense. she said that as you're going down the slide, you can hear elvis singing "blue hawaii" and there are elvis posters and paraphernalia on the walls.
if you're anything like me, steven tyler's house is sounding like what you've always imagined heaven would be like, and you're drooling at the possibilities.
in case you haven't had the opportunity of meeting steven tyler and you're wondering what he's like, my aunt says he's actually a pretty normal, fun guy. i mean, sure, he often wears leather pants and during one of these meetings with my aunt he actually oh-so-casually crossed his legs on her lap (he must have felt really comfortable with her), but otherwise he's pretty cool. and yes, my aunt was there for a while at his house on christmas eve to make sure things were running smoothly (they were), and got to meet his immediate family, which consisted of about 20 people.
if all that isn't enough, steven actually has asked my aunt if she'd like to be his traveling caterer – as in, go on tour with him. she doesn't think she's going to take the job, however. i know, i know - i've already slapped her with a big fat, "you're kidding, right?" but i guess i can understand how packing up on a moment's notice to go to places like singapore might not be all that convenient. still. talk about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. but then, i guess she's already had one of those.
this whole story was told to me last night. let me remind you that i had never seen steven tyler, ever, in my whole life except for on tv. so this morning my mom and i walk into starbucks, and guess who's standing there at the counter? yep. steven tyler (with a new girlfriend). life is so ironic sometimes. i mean, i go to the marshfield starbucks all the time, and by all the time i mean i'm on a first name basis with practically everyone who works there and they've got my drink made before i walk in the door. and i know steven tyler goes there a lot, too. yet the only time i actually catch him is the morning after i've been told this bizarre story by my aunt.
case in point? i now have my own steven tyler story. not quite as impressive as being able to claim i've taken a slide down to his elvis shrine of a basement, but it's a story nonetheless. yay.
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