Michael counts down his fave moments from the premiere!
The first question people always have for me is, “How did you get on this reality show?” The answer is I went for it. I knew there was a casting, I called, was interviewed, and shortly thereafter got a call inviting me to join the cast of ‘Miami Social.”
That question is always followed by, “Why are you doing a reality show and opening up your life for millions of viewers?” The general one word answer is “opportunities.” I knew it would be an adventure and that the good would heavily outweigh any negative.
More specifically, I was making a mid-life change from being an entertainment editor for years (I was a Palm Beach Special Correspondent for People and later Miami Editor for In Touch Weekly) to becoming an entrepreneur and launching my own project thestylelabonline.com. And, my dating life is not so much, so maybe this is my own version of The Bachelor, well, the Gay Bachelor.
So basically I’m here for career and relationship purposes and that shouldn’t seem odd because that is what Miami Social is all about, a group of friends that work hard and sometimes even harder at having that right relationship with themselves and someone they love, albeit a boyfriend, daughter or soon to be ex.
But really that’s what life is about – relationships. Sometimes we are poignant and deep. Sometimes we are shallow and catty. I like to zone in on those because they are a lot funnier.
Here are my Top Five Faves from Episode One of Miami Social!
Meet Lina # 2
OMG. Was this girl kidding? She stepped out in that outfit and I was thinking “Now I know her day job.” Those shoes! The white eye-liner! I know you were all gagging. I tried though for a moment to be a horny straight guy like George and find the turn on. Lina does have a smoking body, but using sex as a make up tool makes me think there are some deep-rooted problems.
Ariel. Okay, remember this part? When Ariel meets Hardy to talk about the Puma event and then there is a quick shot to Ariel in one of those interviews? Wearing his little black jacket and so very gay (high lisp day) he says:
“I’m a fashion producer in Miami. I can do anything. Call me, I’ll get the job done…”
At that point I expected to see a 1.800.555.1212 number flash on the screen for a gay sex escort. I don’t know why, I just did.
But I really love what The New York Times had to say about Ariel:
“Ariel thinks of himself as a person of considerable importance: he produces fashion shows in Miami-Dade County. But as long as Miami isn’t New York or Paris or Milan, saying you are the biggest fashion producer there is like saying you are the biggest auto maker in Tuscaloosa.”
I agree. If I ever showed up to an event where there was a make shift picnic with wilted salad included as the installation, I would leave.
Trixia. How much did I love when she was at home getting her hair done for the big Puma night at the Gansevoort and she explains to her friend the trust she shares with Hardy:
"Every bartender, every door girl, every doorman knows me!!! If Hardy's doing something fucked up, I get a text message like that (insert snap).”
Well, that girl snapped so hard to prove her point the curling iron hit her head and she screamed “ouch!” I laughed hard.
But note to your hairstylist Trixia, those blonde curls were so Madonna Blond Ambition tour when she sang “Holiday” and so out.
Again, she steals the moment. Arriving at the Gansevort after her getting that hair done, Trixia is pissed Hardy hasn’t complimented her ensemble that evening. Sounding like Dracula (I come to suck your blood) mixed with a Latina twist, she grabs his face begging, “You like my dresssssss? You like my dressssss?”
Watching it I was like “ouch!” - that must have hurt, but that was good stuff.
Me, Maria, Ariel and Trixia. Oh, how the dogs and underdogs stick together. I love Maria and we have a really great time together. We are also, like George, perpetual thinkers of sex and when I tell Maria “I like sexy people and the thing is Ariel isn’t sexy, he’s a bitch,” the cameras pan over to Ariel, hunched over with his potbelly, a plume of his cigarette smoke in the air hovering around his face.
When he proceeds to admire his reflection in the glass saying he looks so hot, he looked anything but! Then when Trixia joined in and the two of them were admiring themselves, that was too genius. I mean ,don’t tell me you really think you looked good?
Okay, till next week. And the only place “Marc My Trainer” has seen me on my back is at the gym. But then again, he is also single now so we will have to see what happens...