I whipped out my little black book and flipped through the pages...Alt, Banks, Benitez, Brinkley, Campbell, Casta, Crawford, Diaz...all satisfactory candidates, but "E" was where I stopped. E as in Everhart, Angie.
We chose Angie Everhart (the official supermodel of McBone), over other swimsuit models knowing no Akron native, no Firestone High School graduate, no classmate of my sister (not to mention a bonafide ginger!) would ever, could ever, disappoint McBone.
Only problem was, her digits had somehow come up missing. Black book, Rolodex, cell phone, ipad...I searched high and low, to no avail. Man, if I had a dime for every time I've lost a supermodel's phone number.
Anyhow, try as I might, I just couldn't conjure that number, so I googled "Angie Everhart supermodel phone number" and wasn't that surprised to come up empty. Hell, a top-shelf talent like Angie doesn't want every Tom, Dick and Harry calling her up all the time.
A little networking was in order. What I did was, I called up another top model of Akron pedigree. The conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Heather, baby, what's shaking?
HK: Who is this?
Me: Long time no talk.
HK: Who is this, please?
Me: You're hilarious. Seriously, I'm in a real fix here, babe. I need AE's number stat. How 'bout it?
HK: Listen, dickhead, if you call this number one more time my husband's gonna come kick your ass!
Well, that got me nowhere fast. Fortunately my Webelos training had me prepared with a backup plan. I rummaged through the closet and dug out the old bathing trunks and a tube of SPF 30. Feast your eyes, McBoners. Look, but don't touch!
Nothing like a fluffy beach read to while away the hours in paradise.
That kooky kat really kracks me up!
Damn, those compact flourescent bulbs are hot, hot, hott
Ooh, I wanna take you down to Kokomo...
Swimsuit by Old Navy
Spencer Tunick's former sunglasses by Oaklee
Hair by Janeane at Great Clips
Makeup by Dr. Fabulous