I met this pile of collagen at Johm Ascuaga's Nugget in Reno about ten years ago. Even then she looked like her face was melting off. I was waiting at tha concierge desk patiently for my turn when she burst in and told everyone waiting about, 6 people " To shut up and don't interrupt her" She proceeded to take care of all her arrangements at our time & expense. Ever since I think of her of one of the " living dead " her skin looks squishy, pale and weird and like she has so much work done, she's not even really alive. I probably wouldn't even cared if she wasn't so rude to boot. How could you be so full of yourself when you count on the public to support you?