Ultimate gay that I am, I practically hyperventilated when my 80s icon, Charo, came in to our studio for an interview some months ago.
Under normal circumstances, I would never approach someone for a photo in a professional situation. It was my one chance, so I bent the rules a little. On the sly, I asked the producer who set up the interview if I could get a quick picture with Charo.
She was amazing. “Choo want picture with me?” she asked, eyes sparkling. She’s quite stunning and every bit as energetic in person. “JES! Of courth! Jew are gorgeous!” Then she pulled me by the waist, gave me a big hug and kissed me on both cheeks as I snapped this photo with my camera-phone.
That’s right. Charo says I’m gorgeous. And I believe her.
The Cuchi-Cuchi Girl celebrates her (???) birthday today. Bitch looks flawless.
Now, here’s a totally true story. I’ve been to Charo’s house. By invitation. The day that we met, I was invited to a listening party she was hosting at her home. Originally, I was supposed to go with one of my co-workers, the producer who had brought Charo in for the interview. Due to personal reasons, the producer had to cancel but I was like fuck all that, I’m going to Charo’s house! By invitation! I’m supposed to be there! Even by myself!
So I went, expecting Charo to be like every other celeb — surrounded by her people and tucked away in a back corner, inaccessible to the crowd. I could not have been more wrong.
Let me backtrack by saying I absolutely HATE going places by myself, because there’s nobody to talk shit with when I get bored. Nothing is worse than standing around by yourself at a Hollywood party, feeling like everybody is fabulous; except you.
So anyways, I walked up the driveway solo, already feeling a bit outcast and alone. As I walked in the door, who do you think was standing in the foyer decked out in a red sequened dress shouting, “Hello, gorgeouth?” Mother fucking Charo.
She personally gave me a tour of her home, introduced me to her family, friends and music peers. Some DJ friends of mine arrived and I grouped with them, but Charo continued to check in by making sure that I — we — had food and drinks.
Later, Charo and I danced together and I commented on her slamming body and (low cut) sparkly mini-dress. “Oh, this?” She said, flipping her hair and shifting to the music. “I didn’t know what to wear, so I justh said; ‘I want to look like a whore.’”
Love this hot bitch. LOVE.