(Editor’s Note: We are thrilled to present the first column from our newest addition to the SGS Family of Misfits: former Seattlite Socialite and Restaurant Heiress TERIYAKI TEMPLE is joining SGS as our San Francisco Connection and she’ll be regularly regaling us with titbits from her glamorous life in The Sodom & Gomorrah By The Bay in her new column, which is tentatively titled: “The Confessions of Teriyaki Temple”. But, for her first column, Ms Temple is preparing to LEAVE the Golden Gate for the wilds of Palm Springs and The White Party…Now, give her a warm welcome!)
One would think that the life of a restaurant heiress would be a glamorous affair filled with shopping all day, expensive dinners, partying with celebrities and dancing the night away in her diamond encrusted Christian Louboutin heels but sadly, it hasn’t been the case lately.
I recently went through a public and rather embarrassing break up with a hotel mogul and son of a State Supreme Court Judge. After that it was like someone drop kicked my social life like an annoying Chi Wa Wa that yaps too much. (Don’t worry, little up-kept weaved PETA hippies! I’d never drop kick a (cute) dog . . . . We all know that’s a waste of good food!) Speaking of eating, if you’d like something saucy and spicy, keep chewing on my (Teriyaki Temple) new blog at Seattle Gay Scene. You’ll hear all about my shameless attempt to return from public obscurity, my adventures as a NW girl in San Francisco, and all about my encounters on my travels. First stop: Palm Springs!
We are less than a month away from my return to the social scene and like any other boy/girl/he/she/cross dresser/tranny I find myself sitting at the kitchen table thumbing through magazines trying to pick the perfect ensemble for The 22nd Annual White Party in Palm Springs. I know I should focus more on writing, but my mind wanders and wonders what it would have been like if I had accepted Justin’s proposal. Teriyaki Temple Bieber does have a ring to it doesn’t it? Poor Justin…luckily he had that Wizards of Waverly Place girl to fall back on…
So I can’t decide on a Cavalli, Prada, or the Gucci dress. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I should go H&M or something less expensive. One year I dropped a grand on a beautiful white silk charmeuse dress from Valentino only to find that I was a magnet for hot sweaty men. You’d think that wasn’t a bad thing but when you are the only person wearing a top in a sea of shirtless men, you might as well wear a sign that says, “Walking Sweatband, Wipe your Armpit off on me!”
All joking aside, I love everything about White Party Weekend. Some of my fondest memories (and fondest black-outs) are in Palm Springs! I remember sitting pool side ogling the perfect bodies in banana hammocks, dancing in warm desert breezes as the sun sets, and sharing a kiss with the dreamiest guy underneath the annual fireworks display. Join Seattle Gay Scene and yours truly as we hit up all the crazy events including multiple pool parties, Boxers and Briefs Underwear Party, Grindr 3rd Anniversary Party, T-Dance, Closing Party, and of course the main event, White Party – WP3D. Saturday night’s surprise superstar live performer will be announced soon, so stay tuned to for the scoop. Previous performers have included Lady Gaga, Robyn, Ke$ha and Jennifer Lopez. We can only guess who it will be this year. (My vote is for J-Lo again!) Now off to find the perfect White bag (unlike many of the boys looking for the perfect bag of white) to match my White Party Outfit. For more details on The White Party, check out www.jeffreysanker.com
xoxo,
Teriyaki Temple
P.S. Since we’ve already pulling out the White Dress for Palm Springs. We should announce the new marriage (not between TT and JB) but between Seattle Gay Scene and Teriyaki Temple. Read more in the upcoming weeks about my new adventures in SFO!
Come back next week and I’ll give you the Heiress’ Guide To Being Fabulous at The White Party! Here are two tips to get you started:
- Go home and change out of your White Outfit before you go to White Party. If you don’t, everyone will know that you’ve been out all night and will think you’re a crack head.
- Don’t wear the T-shirt you use to wipe up the mess on your tummy. Two words. Black Lights.
