Re: Birthday wish for our pal Sally H.
"Sally = awesome! You are the greatest: inclusive, welcoming, fun, badass, endlessly interesting, thoughtful, and a party animal! Thank you for your wonderful friendship, from helping to guide a Yankee through the mysteries of Dallas to being "creeped out" by San Francisco to being a major source of happiness for all cool kids living in or visiting LA's Los Angeles. You rock! I'm looking forward to many more years of friendship. Also P.S. you are an inspiration on the karaoke machine."
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
The Mark of a Life Worth Feting...
So, Ms. Horchow, as this little experiment in Blogging comes to a close, this 21st century version of the posters on your locker in high school or the year book sum up, i reflect.
When your amazing friends sent out the clarion call that we were celebrating your person and that our only task was to come up with something creative(in honor of, wait for it....wait for it, sally....., These Troubled Times), my heart stopped. What does one do for someone who is so creative? esp. when one excels at problem solving but cant manage to draw a circle or cut construction paper without injuring herself? How do you create the perfect celebratory expression for a huffpo blogging, twitter-tweeting, singing, dancing, hosting, planning, entertaining, self-amusing, one stop shopping dynamo of a gal?
You outsource! You just push all that heavy-lifting off to other people!
I created this blog as a way to document all the things we all see and admire & adore in you, Sal. Little did i know how easy it would be (or what a profound thread Madonna has been)! It was easy because you are the kind of person that attracts amazing people, the kind of people who want to tell you how great their life is for having you in it.
What greater testament is there to a well-lived life than our friends and how they feel about us. Sally, you are one in a million, and all these thoughts, memories, stories prove it. I am grateful and honored to be a part of the celebration.
With all my love, ms. thang.
xo-
C
NOW LETS DANCE, BITCHES!
Fellow Daisy Ashley Newsome aka Sash, shares her Sally stories...
Sally and I have been friends for more than 25 years!! My favorite memories of Sally are far too numerous to list or remember but I will try to list some of the more meaningful ones . . . . hanging out poolside at Sally’s house trying to perfect our tans with baby oil slathered on our bodies and lemon juice in our hair singing to the GoGos . . . Sally’s perfection of Michael Jackson’s Thriller dance – it was impressive! . . . our most notorious escapade that we will always be remembered for in the Horchow house -- our failed 8th grade post-party at Courtney’s house . . . we have traveled extensively together from Nantucket, the Bahamas, Minnesota, to Mexico at times finding trouble but always with a keen focus on boys, sun and fun . . . the Madonna concert! . . . the night Sally said to my Dad (after we’d had a few too many drinks) with complete surprise in her voice—“Dr. Newsom, my Dad has an outfit just like that!”—he was wearing a tuxedo! . . . summers in Nantucket . . . summer nights in Dallas (“You don’t need no jeep!”) . . . Sally’s 30th bday party in Palm Springs . . . and many more. But most importantly when I think of Sally I think of her unwavering friendship, love and support that she has given me over the years. I was looking at photos of us this week from 1984(!) and the thing that struck me was how little Sally had changed physically! She looks exactly the same! (What’s the secret??) And she is exactly the same loving, caring person she has always been to me. The love and devotion she showed to me when I was very sick when I was 14 (and I will never forget) is just as present today in my life. Sally warms my heart and I absolutely treasure her as a friend. I love you Sallers!!!
Sally Doing Things- By Eduardo Braniff
If there is one thing we know about Sally, its that she is doing stuff. Lots of it. All the time. So here, E shares with us some of those precious memories, i believe these are Sally Eating and Sally Planning. Notice how Ms. Horchow seems to execute with her trademark mock televised demeanor. My name is Sally Horchow, and this is my steak!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
No birthday blog has ever had this much Madonna
One of the themes that clearly runs through Ms. Horchow's life: Madonna. Those of us who grew up with her in high school were there when Madonna first vogued her way into Sally's heart but her love affair was only beginning. So, dear readers, share with us your Sally and the Madonna stories at will.....
Adam shares the "You Wanna Piece of Me? Well, Do Ya? " Sally
3. New Year's (I think) at Sally's in LA c. 1999. This pic needs no comment. Read the shirt. Read the expression. Live her, love her. Hot Sally.
Adam And Sally Do Yale
2. Sally's far less glam birthday early-90s style. I think it was 1992- and we went to a pizza place in New Haven (either Sally's or Pepe's, I think). Sally and I were taking a ridiculously PC pseudo-intellectual art history seminar about "Post-Modern Photography" (we called it PoMo FoTo... ahhh, we were clever...). The class was ALL about the phallus, Lacan and such. And I actually created a gift for Sally - an arts and crafts project back in the day (similar to the task at hand, in fact) wherein I did a very schoolgirl type collage using photos from this pizza party and little snarky comments under them... though "snarky" didn't yet exist as an over-used zeitgeist word. This photo was captioned something like: "Sally succumbs to the power of the All Mighty Phallus".
A Walk Down Memory Lane with the Lovely, the Incomparably Incandescent....Adam Drucker (in four parts)
1. Sally, Me and Miss Phoebe Legere, a cabaret singer we loved at "Au Tour du Rocher" (I think that was the name) - a nightclub in St. Barth's (which I think later burned down). We used to go for spring break during college because our friend Maye Head had a house there. (Boy, we were lucky stiffs!!) We loved Miss Phoebe (she played the accordion... very pre-Hitler Sally Bowles-era Weimar Republic). I think she appealed to Sally's inner smoky-bar chanteuse and the crazy id smothered within my nice preppy boy exterior.
And now we turn to another long time pal, Ms. Brook(i)e Cohen
SALLY’S 39TH BIRTHDAY
I'd be hard pressed to pick just one memory to share about Sally's and my friendship based on the simple fact that I can barely remember life before Sally, and as such, have so many memories floating in my head right now. You see we became friends in grade school. We had the fortunate fate of living a few blocks away from each other, so we rode our bikes back and forth from house to house on a regular basis. We shared the same hairdresser at Sassoon’s and hence donned the same bowl haircut. We both played fullback together on the Blue Panda soccer team (rather badly I might add as we were much more interested in singing and dancing and picking flowers than chasing after a ball). And we were often confused as one another on the soccer field (due to both the bowl haircut and the fact that we had the same lanky little bodies).
But not only did we share the close proximity of our homes, our school, our soccer team (which may have well been the last sports team either of us were on), we also shared many other things. For one, we shared birthdays. Sally's birthday is April 16, mine March 31, so as fellow Aries, we celebrated together often. One of my favorite parties I had as a little girl was our joint slumber/costume party where Sally was Minnie Mouse and I Mickey. It’s probably not a surprise to any of you that even at a young age Sal loved having a costume change at her party.
We also shared a love of singing. In school our voice teacher, Mrs. Grahnquist, had us singing duets at programs to songs we still laugh about today, and outside of school we started an air band called the Reflecting Waves. Yes, we thought we were so cool. I could say so much more here about our musical enterprises, but I’ll stop by simply saying, we were Madonna’s biggest fans and spent countless hours dancing in Sally’s room, singing Lucky Star.
The list of what we shared really does go on and on- family dinners, family vacations, family recipes, and endless numbers of sleepovers to name some. And the list of the similar things we enjoy is equally as long - a love of theater, a love of music, and a love of writing are just a few.
This good friendship that developed when we were very young, continues on even as we are wrapping up our thirties, and I have no doubt it will exist for the remainder of our lives. It seems like just yesterday we were little girls. As I sit and write, I’m having a hard time grasping we now are turning 39!
Friendships with such long and anchored roots are a treasure. I feel quite lucky that Sally and I have this type of friendship.
Happy birthday my friend.
I love you.
Brooke
I'd be hard pressed to pick just one memory to share about Sally's and my friendship based on the simple fact that I can barely remember life before Sally, and as such, have so many memories floating in my head right now. You see we became friends in grade school. We had the fortunate fate of living a few blocks away from each other, so we rode our bikes back and forth from house to house on a regular basis. We shared the same hairdresser at Sassoon’s and hence donned the same bowl haircut. We both played fullback together on the Blue Panda soccer team (rather badly I might add as we were much more interested in singing and dancing and picking flowers than chasing after a ball). And we were often confused as one another on the soccer field (due to both the bowl haircut and the fact that we had the same lanky little bodies).
But not only did we share the close proximity of our homes, our school, our soccer team (which may have well been the last sports team either of us were on), we also shared many other things. For one, we shared birthdays. Sally's birthday is April 16, mine March 31, so as fellow Aries, we celebrated together often. One of my favorite parties I had as a little girl was our joint slumber/costume party where Sally was Minnie Mouse and I Mickey. It’s probably not a surprise to any of you that even at a young age Sal loved having a costume change at her party.
We also shared a love of singing. In school our voice teacher, Mrs. Grahnquist, had us singing duets at programs to songs we still laugh about today, and outside of school we started an air band called the Reflecting Waves. Yes, we thought we were so cool. I could say so much more here about our musical enterprises, but I’ll stop by simply saying, we were Madonna’s biggest fans and spent countless hours dancing in Sally’s room, singing Lucky Star.
The list of what we shared really does go on and on- family dinners, family vacations, family recipes, and endless numbers of sleepovers to name some. And the list of the similar things we enjoy is equally as long - a love of theater, a love of music, and a love of writing are just a few.
This good friendship that developed when we were very young, continues on even as we are wrapping up our thirties, and I have no doubt it will exist for the remainder of our lives. It seems like just yesterday we were little girls. As I sit and write, I’m having a hard time grasping we now are turning 39!
Friendships with such long and anchored roots are a treasure. I feel quite lucky that Sally and I have this type of friendship.
Happy birthday my friend.
I love you.
Brooke
And now this from the MAN who rocks Sally's world
From the P to the A to the C to the O:
Sally Free Association/ Favorite memory…
Where to begin really, but I guess it’s in Capri, specifically the dance floor of Il Due, following Ande Grennan’s wedding then Rome then Bob Burn’s Steakhouse on Wilshire and 2nd, which is now a Houston’s (awesome artichoke dip, very underrated in general)
The list of favorite memories is endless, and I could go on and on and on, but for me, my deepest, most ingrained memory, the one that trumps all the others, or at least from which all the others flow, was a train ride from aforementioned Capri, via Naples to Rome where I knew. I couldn’t say it out loud. It’d been 24 hours, so that might have been our last train ride together. The pasta on that train was surprisingly fantastic, by the way, which I’ve always taken to be the omen, the bless-ed Bolognese, if you will. I fell in love with Sally. A belly full of love and veal ragu, I was a man on top of the world.
The Napoli-Roma express rattled through the Italian countryside- green and terra cotta hues draped over valleys that inevitably lead- up to the foundation of some old guy’s castle. I missed all of that, as I really couldn’t take my eyes of Sally and haven’t since, unless she’s bowling, which is to say, not that often.
Sally Free Association/ Favorite memory…
Where to begin really, but I guess it’s in Capri, specifically the dance floor of Il Due, following Ande Grennan’s wedding then Rome then Bob Burn’s Steakhouse on Wilshire and 2nd, which is now a Houston’s (awesome artichoke dip, very underrated in general)
The list of favorite memories is endless, and I could go on and on and on, but for me, my deepest, most ingrained memory, the one that trumps all the others, or at least from which all the others flow, was a train ride from aforementioned Capri, via Naples to Rome where I knew. I couldn’t say it out loud. It’d been 24 hours, so that might have been our last train ride together. The pasta on that train was surprisingly fantastic, by the way, which I’ve always taken to be the omen, the bless-ed Bolognese, if you will. I fell in love with Sally. A belly full of love and veal ragu, I was a man on top of the world.
The Napoli-Roma express rattled through the Italian countryside- green and terra cotta hues draped over valleys that inevitably lead- up to the foundation of some old guy’s castle. I missed all of that, as I really couldn’t take my eyes of Sally and haven’t since, unless she’s bowling, which is to say, not that often.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I ask you, members, favorite sing along with Sally?
Mine: GoGo's are lips are sealed in Sally's bedroom, circa 198somethingorothericantquiterememberrightnow.....
Sally characteristic worth admiring #203
And today's FB update status following restaurant silencing move by ms. Horchow: "A Tender Tail(bone): The Life & Times of Sally Horchow" - tonight on Lifetime. Ah, to laugh at oneself, a skill indeed.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Hockaday Girls
Today's thought: apparently there was a get together of Hockadaisies ( I know, i know) tonight in LA. Sally wore green in honor of the event (our uniform color). Is this surprising? I think not. x
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Oscars
Yeah and that Oscar party? i had only been in LA about 2 weeks and that night made me want to stay. Vanity Fair can kiss my tuckus, they aint got nuthin on SH, voting cards, snacks (and dont EVEN get me started on that insane dessert), multiple viewing locations? Girlfriend understands the art of entertainment no doubt (and can someone please send me the recipe of that thing i cant remember the name of but she brought out at the end and brought tears of joy to my eye? -see this is why i don't blog).
Kicking things off
So what are my thoughts about our dear Sally today? Here are the things i associate with sally: Lists, wine, singing on stage, near a stage, around a stage, the GoGo's, Madonna, Madonna, Madonna, pool house, the art of friendship, multi-everything, nantucket, drama, listener and watching her sing at her own wedding....
Why a Sally Rocks Our World Birthday Blog?
She is the hostess with the mostess, the girl always with a song, a project, an idea, a plan and somehow this stuff has to be recorded for posterity so.....let 'er rip!!
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