Post #125590 by stuff-o-rama on Mon, Nov 15, 2004 12:09 AM

Scott and Laci lived in San Luis Obispo for a short while. My mother is the Treasurer of the SLO Chapter Wine Society in which Laci was also a member. Through a local cooking school they arranged a cooking trip through the Tuscan region of Italy in which they toured wineries and restaurants and learned how to cook the local cuisine. Laci was terrible to my Mom. My mother lost her hearing in her right side due to a tumor that attached from her inner ear to her brain. My mom sometimes hears thing incorrectly and Laci mocked her the entire time. She also told my mother that she didn't want her hanging out with her as she "was too old." She berated my Mom so frequently in front the others that my Mom broke down crying in the middle of one dinner in which Laci told her to "stop acting so dramatic." The rumor in the group was she took off on the back of a Vespa with a number of Italian men during their two week stint.

Now I'm not saying she deserved to die, no one does. But whenever I hear her name mentioned, I want to kick her ass. Now that she's been brutally murdered I'm glad he got the book thrown at him. But when the media plays her out as some saint my blood boils a little. When I asked my mom how she felt about all the hype she said, "Laci would love knowing she's got all this attention because that's the way she was, always trying to be the center attraction."

Now back to our regularly scheduled program...

Years ago while working at a record store, one of our customers was a "male exotic dancer." His stage name was "Giovanni" and he ran these ads with this ridiculous photo of him making his "hot face." The running joke within the co-workers was to cut out his picture and place it in obscure places so that others would "accidentally" run across it when they least expected it. One guy went so far as to xerox off dozens of them and replaced the face of every mobile we had hanging inside the store that featured photos of band members. One day "Giovanni" strutted in wearing a day-glo purple suit (it was the 80's) and was schmoozing the ladies behind the counter, trying to impress them with his stories of his latest conquests. Right in the middle of his speech, the Aaron Neville mobile slowly started spinning to reveal Giovanni's face and it was right at his eye level. I was holding my breath trying not to burst out laughing, tears were welling up and I excused myself abruptly mid conversation to run outside and laugh my ass off. He didn't even notice it.

[ Edited by: stuff-o-rama on 2004-11-15 04:49 ]