The Dirty

THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, this is a sign posted in a bathroom of an office building in the Gainey Ranch area. what, all those working professionals can’t aim their streams??? amateurs.

They must have two headed Gregs.- nik

THE DIRTY ARMY: I saw this license plate on the back of a black, dodge magnum at the corner of Hayden Road and Via de Ventura. I was sitting behind the car waiting for the light to turn green, when I looked up and realized the license plate in front of me. After decoding the plate’s message I immediately invisioned a 23-24 year-old blonde peice that was in much need of some satisfying. After missing the light, I pulled up next to the car to see what the driver’s seat had to offer. As I turned my head to the right I noticed that the figure to my right was non other than a 40 to 50 year old man with glasses and a business suit, that was off to work for the day. After doing a double-take to confirm what I had seen, I was immediately overwelmed with mental images of the boss from Office Space holding a leg in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, while he asked if the TPS Reports were done. Can you say OLD BALLS? What is this world coming to when these kind of men are driving around the Dale, basically promoting their “O” Face. And “Times Two”? If O Baby wasn’t enough. What are your thought’s Nik? Is there something I’m missing? It was a rough way to start the morning.

Only in Scottsdale my friends.- nik

THE DIRTY ARMY: this is stephanie, she thinks she is shakira and the hottest thing around..

Looks like she is holding in her stomach fat so that no one can see the rolls.- nik

THE DIRTY ARMY: Nick, I live here in Newport and read the following…. on the OC Register website… As we all know, there are other places to go in Newport other than the usual Sutra, Cassidys, Mutts. Some of us like The Crow Bar, A’s, and even Billy’s at the Beach… So for the older people out there that read your site – Which includes me! I’m 32… Female. I thought this would be a good read for us old folks! A lot of well known Newport Names being thron out there. Kinda reads like your site but the age group is a lot older!

Did Newport restaurateur beat up ex cocktail waitress?
FRANK MICKADEIT
Register columnist

When I left town a couple of weeks ago, certain quarters of Newport Beach were abuzz with the gradual leakage into the general populace of the Freddie Glusman arrest story. You know Freddie. He’s the owner of the Ritz restaurant, former badge-holding crony of our indicted ex-sheriff and, if you believe the feds, friend of Vegas mobsters.

Freddie, 71, was arrested in the early morning of June 25 for allegedly beating the hell out of a smoking hot former waitress of his, fully 40 years his junior, who turned down his request that she perform a certain act upon his person. An act, that I must say, certain people do for other people, often when they have achieved a degree of trust and intimacy. And often, as our society has devolved, when they have not.

The woman in this case has informed me that she specifically did not want to perform this act and that Freddie wasn’t too happy about it.

Upon my return to O.C. this week, I fully expected to find there had been complete news coverage of an incident involving such a prominent citizen. A person who night after night meets and greets The Beautiful People in one of O.C.’s top nightspots and who had allegedly sent a woman to the hospital via the power of his gnarled-but-still-potent fists. But hardly a word. A story on some blog site I’d never heard of, a brief in one paper.

So what really happened that evening at Glusman’s house in Newport? How come the D.A. has yet to file charges? Is Freddie getting a bad rap on the street?

Newport Beach police Lt. Craig Fox would give me only scant information. Police responded to a call in Glusman’s neighborhood at 1:57 that morning and found a “female acquaintance” of his who required medical treatment. Glusman was arrested, booked on a 243 (d) – battery with serious bodily injury – and released the next day from O.C. jail on $25,000 bail. The matter is still under investigation.

I’ve talked to Freddie and his attorney, Joe Smith. Both say the truth is much different from the story being told around town by the alleged victim, Jennifer Kennedy. We’ll get back to them, but let’s first hear Jennifer’s version.

Jennifer answered my call yesterday on the first ring and, while to my knowledge we’ve never met, seemed perfectly at ease in talking about an incident she would tell me was so traumatic she’s hardly slept or left her home since.

On Tuesday afternoon, June 24, she and her boyfriend, Kurt Conrad (Kelly Gray’s ex), went to the Ritz in Fashion Island, where they were regulars. Jennifer is a semi-regular at several Newport watering holes: Billy’s at the Beach, Villa Nova and Fleming’s. But Jennifer had a special relationship to the Ritz, where she worked as a cocktail waitress until about three years ago and had always gotten along with the owner. She considered Freddie a friend.

As the afternoon turned into evening, Jennifer and Kurt had drinks and socialized with other members of the Newport crowd. Freddie sent over some wine and came by to chat. Freddie had some of his own friends there, including casino magnate Gary Primm (heard of Primm, Nevada?) and Vegas piano impresario Jimmy Hopper.

The crowd sat around the piano while Hopper played, and a good time was seemingly being had by all – with the exception of Jennifer’s boyfriend, Kurt. Jennifer says Kurt was having an ongoing text-messaging war with an ex-wife over a motorcycle and that Kurt finally got up and left the restaurant to deal with it, leaving Jennifer behind.

About 11 p.m., she says, Freddie came over and told her that everyone was going to a party at his house and invited her to ride over with him. She agreed.

“I was told by Freddie that everybody was going over to his house,” Jennifer says. “I’d been there several times. Obviously, he was somebody I trusted.”

That time of night, it was about a 10-minute drive in Freddie’s Mercedes SL from the Ritz to his Balboa Cove home. No reason the party guests would have been significantly delayed. But when Freddie and Jennifer pulled up nobody else had arrived. And nobody else would – until the cops came.

Tomorrow: Part II.