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(Note: While my thoughts and prayers are very much quietly with the Weir and Moore families this week, as they gather to celebrate the life of Johnny's grandfather, Robert Moore, who passed away last Friday, my über-stan-ness and sense of humor remain here on the blog, where there are still awards over which to squee and more voting to be done and upcoming performances for which to sell kidneys in order to be able to afford to attend ... )

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Well, finally last Thursday the whole world learned from the NewNowNext Awards what all JWe fans know from the moment they are struck by the lightning that is Johnny Weir: He is completely and wholly addictive. On the ice or off; dressed up or down or not at all; speaking with great care or entirely off the cuff accompanied by drug references and raised middle finger; teasing and laughing with his family and friends or spending quiet time alone (save for the camera)--it's all crack to us, and we love-love us some Johnny crack.

So thank you, NewNowNext people, for grasping that Johnny Weir is in fact the Most Addictive Reality Star/Man/Human/Life Force on the planet and thus nominating him so that we could vote to the edge of insanity for him so he could win and we could feel really good about ourselves and our addiction that we have absolutely no intention whatsoever of giving up. Ever. Yay NNN! Yay us! And most of all, yay Johnny!

(But BB, I have to ask: What was this nonsense on the red carpet before the show [around marker 9:30] where you were murmuring that you would probably come in third thanks to all two of your fans who voted for you ...? Please don't make me pull out my charts and graphs again. Nobody wants that. For a moment there I thought you went all square-root-of-four-is-rainbows on me, but then I heard you compare Evan to Britney [and of course at first I thought you meant Brittany from Glee, which brings me back to math and rainbows, and then I could see that you clearly recognize that you are so NOT either Britney or Brittany, but Evan kinda is, and so everything was OK again!]. And you are aware that literally hundreds/possibly thousands of us tweeted and voted for you? You know that, right? OK. But just in case, charts in plastic sheet protectors will be mailed later ... oh hell. THAT'S what I should have done for your birthday scrapbook: A page of voting-statistics charts! Encased in lovely, smooth, clear plastic, with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser stapled to the page just for fun. Well, maybe next year.)

My favorite tweet of the NewNowNext evening, from @BWEtvMichelle: Johnny Weir arrived via cloud sent from heaven's angels #nnna.

Mmmmm sigh ... I believe that's also how all the fans who attended Skate for Hope this past Saturday saw him arrive as well, judging from my e-mail.

Anyway, now that that's over with and we are all on the same glitter-covered page here with Johnny's NNN trophy as our centerpiece, we are faced with:

A random French phrase.

Which is not a thing to be taken lightly. Especially when so many French words involve letters that are there only for decoration ('beaux' = 'boze'), or include 'r's' that are articulated in a strangled, crunchy manner in the back of your throat, as if you just partially swallowed a mouthful of thumbtacks but are trying valiantly to play it off and keep talking and hope no one notices while said tacks remain lodged just above your windpipe. Like how I talked when I met Johnny. (Who, BTW, speaks French beautifully, of course.)

Here is our French lesson for the week:

Crème de la crème: noun. From the French, literally, 'cream of the cream' : the very best : the highest elite.

As a boy who will always call Amish country 'home,' Johnny may know that when you milk a cow, the cream is the wonderful, rich, frothy part that rises to the very top of the bucket--the best of the best. And it stays there no matter how much the USFSA tries to smush it back down to the bottom or ignore it or pretend that it isn't the one thing that people really, really want. Like crack.

So the analogy couldn't be more apt, and that's where our happy addiction is taking us next: To Crème de la Crème 2010 in Detroit! THIS WEEKEND!

Yes, I know. It isn't a lot of time to auction off the children on eBay, and also 'crème de la crème' and 'Detroit' in the same sentence may seem at first glance a bit like 'elegance' and 'Silent Hill.' Or perhaps 'caviar' and 'Chernobyl.' But I've gotta give Detroit a lot of points for sheer gutsiness, and for creating and hosting such an extraordinary event in an area that has seen more than its fair share of hard times. Again, it's a perfect metaphor for much of what is so inspiring about Johnny: The will to rise from the ashes--more than once--and create something new and captivating and utterly brilliant.

So what exactly is Crème de la Crème 2010?

It's a haute couture runway fashion show.

On ice.

And its headliner is Johnny Weir.

I repeat: It's the two artistic pursuits about which Johnny is most passionate, and he's the star of the show. And the event will feature some of his own designs alongside those of Jenny Packham of London, Rosa Clara of Barcelona, and David Tutera of My Fair Wedding.

Whoever thought of this whole idea and then invited Johnny deserves their own award. So I'm giving them one: The first-ever Binky, which is an overall-clad and somewhat sadly misshapen Play-Doh statuette (certainly an item anyone who loves haute couture would treasure), for Lifetime Achievement in Creating a Perfect Trifecta of Absolute Johnny-ness to Which the Only Proper Fan Response is OMGIDIE and Where Do I Buy Tickets (OK, I'm still working on the title. But the statue is coming along nicely).

I am so excited about this three-day event--which includes a skating seminar with Johnny on Saturday; a special black-tie, VIP screening of the season finale of BGJW on Sunday; performances by Johnny on Sunday and Monday INCLUDING 'POKER FACE,' plus skating by Detroit's own 2009 US National Champion Alissa Czisny--that I'm going to be blogging about it all week in between trips to my local plasma center where I, too, can sell my blood for cash.

In the meantime, I encourage you to please become a fan of Crème de la Crème 2010 on Facebook, follow them on Twitter, and visit their website for all the info on scheduling and tickets. Yes, it's pricey--but I think it's going to be among the highlights of Johnny's post-Olympic events this year.

Because the exotic Crème de la Crème 2010, and the charities it benefits in battered, beaten-down-but-defiant Detroit, is the perfect event in the perfect venue to illustrate one of my all-time favorite Johnny Weir quotes: 'Out of ugly ... make something beautiful.'

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