Tequila Makes Holly's Clothes Fall Off

(Holly Cost Jenkins sharing an Easter memory with the friendly staff of Woody's Tavern.)

Hey pumpkins! Sorry that it's taken me so long to get this next post up about our Easter escapades. The day after our party, I suffered from a severe hangover...I mean allergy attack. Then I had to get ready for my monthly gig at FuZion Night Club's goth night. It's just been a whirlwind of March madness around here. However, the good news is that I have lots of material to post about; so keep tuned.

Here we have Holly cost Jenkins singing Joe Nichols' "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off":



I had stumbed across the video that my idol, Varla Jean Merman had shot for this country classic. As soon as I heard it, I realized that this is destined to become Holly's theme song. I really think she does it justice.

Next up we have my indelible take of the Jenkins athem: Amy Winehouse's "Rehab". In the meantime, it appears that my ipod has died a sudden and horrifying death. If anyone has any tips on resurrection techniques, let me know stat!

Smooches,
Daph

Superstar: The Ida Claire Story

(Clockwise from top left: Holly Cost, Bill, Ida Claire, Daphne Ruth and Alexis)

As fate would have it, this year's unusually early Easter brought cold temperatures and snow on the day that we normally celebrate rebirth, spring and cholocate creme filled eggs. Of course, that wasn't about to stop the Jenkins clan from celebrating. We'd been preparing for our Easter Karaoke party for weeks, so we weren't about to let a little wintry precipitation keep us from showing off our new fashions.

Holly Cost, Ida Claire and I jumped in the Pussy Wagon and manuevered between the snowflakes on our way over to Woody's Tavern. Bill and Alexis already had the stage and equipment set up by the time we got there, so we got that party started right away.

For my first number I sang, "There's Gotta Be Something More" by Sugarland. Back when I lived in Hotlanta, we'd see the lead singer, Jennifer Nettles perform all the time: first in Soul Miner's Daughter and then as a solo act. When she joined up with other local musicians to form Sugarland, we all knew they were destined for stardom. It's still a little strange, though, to see such a familiar face on the cover of national magazines and performing at The Grammy's.

Ida Claire's first number was "Rainy Days and Mondays" by the Carpenters. It's clear that her soul wrenching performance is inspired by the Todd Haynes cult classic Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story. It's so heartwarming to see Ida out there raising awareness of women's issues:

Be sure to stop back soon for more tales of our escapes from that evening as well as additional pulse-pounding performance footage.

Smooches,

Daphne

Easter Karaoke

It's a long-standing tradition with the Jenkins clan to go all out for Easter. The girls always represent at the annual Easter Drag Races in Hotlanta. Heavens knows, you can't keep that Marsha from inspecting every strange basket she comes across. And if Pinkie's eaten one chocolate bunny, she's devoured the whole darn colony.

Since moving to Looseville, I've been a little disappointed at the lack of hoopla surrounding Bunny Day. Well, since Holly Cost, Ida Claire and I had so much fun at the last holiday weekend karaoke extravaganza over at Woody's Tavern, we decided to throw a big old party there this Easter Sunday. The music gets going around 9pm and won't end until we've butchered every genre we can wrap our velvety vocal chords around.

All three of us have frantically been preparing our Easter outfits. We've even rehearsed our numbers this time around. So after you've spent some time at church and with the family, head on over to Woody's and show off your most elegant Easter bonnet.


Who: Holly Cost, Ida Claire and Daphne Ruth Jenkins
What: Easter Drag Karaoke
When: Sunday, March 23, 2008 at 9:00 PM
Where: Woody's Tavern, 208 E Burnett Ave, Louisville, KY 40208

As a special preview, here's a clip of songbird Holly Cost Jenkins singing Aaron Tippin's "There Ain't Nothin Wrong with the Radio.":



That should whet your appetite for the auditory delights we have in store for you this weekend.

Smooches,
Daphne

Pussycat Dolls

(Chicken sporting some seriously sassy attitude in the Electric Blue Kitty Wig.)

Here's a little something for all you pussy lovers out there. No longer does tabby have to go around with boring old grey or calico colored fur. Like a true Jenkins, your little feline diva can have some fabulous unnaturally colored hair.

The fine foks at Kitty Wigs have assembled a plethora of feline fashion wigs to accomodate your tempermental kitty's every mood. Whether they're a cool cat in the jazzy Electric Blue number shown at the top or a Pink Passion temptress like the photos on the right, you'll find what you need at this revolutionary website.

And that's not all: each wig comes carefully package in it's own stylish hat box. Each package comes complete with a toy mouse to distract your kitty from the blinding flashes of the paparrazi that are sure to ensue when she makes a devastating debut in her sensational new look.

When placing your order, be sure to tell them that Daphne sent you. I'm hoping with enough referrals, I might get a discount for my own little model, Orchid. Special thanks to the amorous Amber for sending this link along.

In the meantime, here's a little Pussy-themed clip that Ida took a few weeks back of my dear friend, Trista Ray, the Broadway Baby:

Trista has since gone one to seize the title for Kentucky Newcomer 2008. To think, I knew her when.

Smooches,
Daph

After Hours

(Daphne Ruth trying to keep it all together during the wee hours of the morning.)

As promised, here are the final desperate moments from the evening I performed at the zombie-themed party for FuZion Night Club. Naturally, we hung out at the bar for a few cocktails after the show to meet and greet with the audience. After a while, though, I needed a more low-key scene away from the blinding flashes of the paparazzi. So, off to Woody's we stumbled.

The following video was taken there after much alcohol had been guzzled by all parties. Quite fitting on an evening when I performed a little Amy Winehouse, no? In the clip, we take a few loving jabs at our dear sister, Linda Hand Jenkins. I'm sure, she realizes that we only tease here because we love her. After all, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery:



If you're curious and brave enough to want to see the un-edited version of these escapades, you'll have to do a little search on XTube. I take no responsibility for hardship or injury resulting from hysterical blindness.

Smooches,

Daphne

Back To Black

(Daphne Ruth Jenkins takes a bite out of one of her own delicious creme pies.)

Anyone who knows me at all won't be surprise to hear that I have a deep obsession with Amy Winehouse. The first time I heard her monster hit, "Rehab", it was like she had peered into my most personal diary entries and turned them into an infectious pop single. Her album, "Back To Black" is easily one of my favorite releases of the current decade. Interestingly, it sounds like a remnant from another time. Winehouse's sound is very white soul Dusty Springfield. However, the lyrics have a rawness that existed in Dusty's personal life, if not in her music.

Certainly, Amy's personal woes get a lot of play in the press. Luckily, the Grammy voters were able to see past the infamy and heaped much-deserved praise on this amazingly talented and admittedly troubled performer. Don't listen to the sour grapes of has-beens like Natalie Cole who scolded the Grammy voters for "rewarding bad behavoir." Sorry sister, they were rewarding the lady's craft. A little bitter that no one is rushing out to cover "Pink Cadillac" are we?

So, for my second number at Fuzion's Zombie Night I decided to attempt the title track off the album. I wanted to do Amy proud, so I went with something a little less camp and a little more high drama. My performance is clearly influenced by Ms. Winehouse's funeral-themed video for "Back To Black". However, I take it to a level of hysteria that Amy typically reserves for her tabloid escapades.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that little change of pace. Next up is the messy conclusion to this series in which Ida Claire, Holly Cost and I head to Woody's for a night cap. In the meantime, check out my home page, Down With Daphne, for a full gallery of hot pics from the night.

Smooches,

Daphne

Daphne's Creme Pie Videos

(Daphne looking like something that got dredged out of the Ohio River at Zombie Night.)

As most of you already know, FuZion Night Club recently had a zombie-themed goth night. Lord knows, it's not really a challenge for me to look like death warmed over. I gave it my best attempt, though and threw together my signature drowned drag queen look.

Here's a video the ever-helpful Ida Claire took of me getting ready for the show backstage:



For my first number, I resurrected my "Worst Pies In London" routine. Ida and I had just seen the Broadway touring production of Sweeney Todd over at the Kentucky Center. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to force-feed my delectable creme pies to more unsuspecting audience members. Here's the premiere of the full-length video of the performance. Helena Bonham Carter can eat her heart out:



Be sure to stop back soon to see the brand new number that I unveiled that night. It's a big hot mess that I know you'll all enjoy.

Smooches,
Daphne

Happy Birthday, Hooker!

(The indomitable Linda Hand Jenkins gets another year lovelier today.)

I just wanted to send out a heartfelt birthday best wishes to my dear sister Linda Hand Jenkins today. It seems like just yesterday that I met her in the hot tub at the luxurious River's Edge Resort. Who knew that fateful night when I nick-named her "pivot" that we were embarking on a friendship that would traverse the many trials and tribulations of our sordid lives. Throughout the weddings and divorces; the births and deaths; the murder attempts and incarcerations; we have always been there for each other in one way or another. At least one of us typically remembers what happened the night before so that we can get our stories straight for the authorities.

It's amazing to see how far we've come over the years. I like to think back to the early days when Linda was just a simple girl with a dream of becoming a hand model. Little did she know how many hand jobs were in her starry future. Why just look how she's grown! She's a former Miss Central Station and a certified celebrity in Charlotte, North Crazyland.

As much as times change, some things always stay the same. Linda still knows how to throw down like a rock star. And I'll always be there to pick her back up and drag her to the next party destination.

Smooches,

Daphne