From
Lavender Lounge Blog:
I just got back from attending the Internext Expo, a porn convention in Ft. Lauderdale. For this event, the name of the city would be pronounced Ft. Liquordale.
Saturday afternoon, while lounging around the pool at the Diplomat Hotel, a buzz started that Dennis Rodman was seen across the street and got invited to hang out with the porn stars. Sure enough, he sashayed all over the hotel and pool area in some sort of flowing yellow robes and leopard scarves.
A little earlier, one of the Howard Stern show regulars, Crazy Cabbie was seen working at the Evil Angel booth in god knows what capacity. Cabbie ventured over toward the gay cabana and I overheard him rambling on about his days as a paratrouper. For regular listeners of Howard Stern, Cabbie referred to his days in the service at EVERY possible occasion. How he went from that subject to the subject of his testicles in 3 seconds is beyond me, but next thing you know, Cabbie was exposing his balls and posing for a camera. I moved around the perimeter to see what was going on. Cabbie spotted me from across the hot tub and said, "Did ya get a good look?"
Yeah, thanks. I saw enough.
Later at dinner time, I went to dinner with Jason from FratMen.tv, Collin O'Neal and his business partner and a couple porn models. Halfway through the meal, we were joined by Dennis Rodman! He sat down at our table like a hurricane touched down! He was just rambling incomprehensible nonsense bravado and began to frighten us.
To break the ice, some ex-Mormon trust fund fag (who wasn't part of the convention either) told Dennis Rodman, "One time when I was a kid, I was at the mall with my Mom and you came in with a girl in just a bikini and high heels!"
Dennis Rodman thought he said he saw HIM in bikini and heels and got defensive and hot under the collar. Then we were REALLY frightened! A couple from our table snuck out, but I stuck around and kept quiet just to see how it played out. A few tense minutes later, after the Mormon trust fund kid snuck out, someone finally explained to Rodman what the kid actually said.
The conversation got friendlier after Collin O'Neal changed the subject to talk about local trends and politics in South Beach and when the subject turned to travel, Dennis Rodman actually started to let down his act and have a coherent conversation.
I was waiting for Rodman to pick up the check, but he didn't. In fact, he ordered a round of Jagermeister, but we all paid for it. When we stood up to leave, I asked him for a picture and he said, "Sure, let's go over here," and headed for the main part of the restaurant. After a few steps, he turned to me with a devilish look and said, "Let's make a scene."
Now I was really scared.
I stood in the middle of the room with Dennis Rodman's arm around me, handed my camera to a friend, and just as he was about to snap the picture, Rodman stepped forward, thrust both hands outward and yelled as loud as he could to the restaurant patrons, "HEY!".
Dead silence. He had their attention, but didn't know what to do next. He rattled some more nonsense, then walked away. I didn't get my picture, dammit! I went after him, but Collin O'Neal was chasing me to give me back my credit card.
Was I impressed by being around a former basketball player, former MTV show host, and former fuck buddy of Madonna? No. Did I get a good story to tell? Yes.
