What is up, Daddy Gang? It is your founding father, Alex Cooper with Call Her Daddy. Daddy Gang, welcome to this week's episode. I am currently in Austin, Texas, the Film Festival, South by Southwest. It's taking place. If you're listening to this in audio and you just hear birds fucking chirping, it's because I'm filming outside right now. Matt has a movie premiering here. But because I like to make absolutely Absolutely everything about myself, I said, All right, let's have the Unwell crew take over. Alex, Madelyne, and Harry are all here, and they're going to be here, and it's going to be a perfect excuse to throw some parties and have an unwell fucking weekend. As I enter into my older age, my wrinkly, gorgeous age, I don't get out much. I'm usually hit in the bottle on my living room couch with a little fire going. And the only men in that room, it's going to be Matt, it's going to be Henry, and it's going to be Bruce. And here's the thing. Yes, I don't party anymore that much. But when I do decide to go out, and I don't know if any of you can relate to this, but I feel like when I do decide to go out, I go all fucking out, okay?

And something about Austin, Texas, it has me tingling. So if you don't know, I I am going to drop a little historical fact right now. This is a big one. Write this in your fucking calendars, okay? Austin, Texas is where Call Her Daddy was birthed in 2018 Of April. This is where it actually all started. So how cute you guys. She's officially six years old. Call Her Daddy is officially six years old. She's fucking thriving. She's gorgeous. She's growing up. She's becoming the woman I always wanted her to be. I'm such a proud I want to take you guys back, okay? I've never told this story. I am about to tell you the story of how Call Her Daddy was created right here in Austin, Texas. So I was talking to this guy on Instagram, and it appeared on his Instagram that he had that fucking cash money, okay? He was rich. He was stacked thick in the pockets, and he did have a big dick. So he was hot as fuck. And shortly after we started talking, he said, Bring a friend. I'm going to fly you out to LA. I was single at the time.

I had recently ended it and called it off with door number three. So I would say I was really craving a distraction. Also, if you're new here, door number three, who the fuck is door number three? It was a guy that was on my roster for a really long time who nearly had my heart back then. So once we ended it, I was like, I got to go. I got to get up. I got to go. I got to find some new dick to distract. So I accept the plane tickets, and I was just excited to go see a guy and distract myself. But as you guys know, as I said recently, for some reason, every time I've flown out to see a guy. In my life, it ends in an absolute disaster. Turns out Beverly Hills' boy was actually... He was a little bit more like the pool boy. You know? No, you don't know. Okay, there was nothing wrong with being a pool boy. Love a pool boy. But it was a full catfish situation, which I hadn't really ever had in my life. The house that he was quote unquote living in, it wasn't his house.

It was this billionaire's house, and he was the personal assistant to this guy. And so he bought me my plane ticket with the billionaire's credit card because he didn't have a fucking dollar to his name. Okay, but I didn't know this at the time. I'm like, Bitch is rich. Maybe I'll get my first Chanel bag Let's go. Rich dick living. And every single story that this guy told me, I eventually found out everything he said about his life. It was accurate. It just wasn't about his life. It was about the fucking other man's Okay? We love this. A little con. So I realized this when I landed in LA, I got dropped off by this Uber, and I get dropped off to this mansion in Beverly Hills, and I walk into this place. I text him. He's like, Yeah, just come in the door. There's a full-blown party going on. I'm thinking we're not going to have a little wine, a little sexy time. Full ranger is going on. I walk in holding my suitcase. I look like fucking asshole. And there's all these gorgeous men and women in in this Beverly Hills home. And Beverly Hills' boy, a.

K. A. Pool boy, comes up to me, hands me a drink, takes my luggage, and says, I'll be right back. I'm going to put your luggage in your room for you. And Daddy King, when he leaves me, a minute later, a guy in his... I would say he was early '40s. He walks up to me, and he puts his hand out, and he says, Hi, my name is Bleep Mr. Billionaire, okay? And he goes, Who are you here with? And I say, Oh, hi, I'm here with Beverly Hills' boy. He owns the house. This man looks me dead in the eyes, and he says, What? No, sorry. I own this house. He's my assistant. No, no, no, no, no, It looks like he only spends time in the gym, but little do I know he's a venture capitalist. He's got that... It literally was in his life. So now here I am, 30 seconds in realizing I'm fucking the assistant. I was supposed to stay there for an entire weekend, and this is how the first two minutes have gone down. So I decide, you know what? I was young. I loved the thrill. Yeah, I'm not really into that con life, but I just say, fuck it.

I'm in LA in this a gorgeous mansion, and I'm obviously going to just fucking make the most of this weekend. Definitely was a mind fuck, but I'm like, who cares? Get me some vodka. I'm thinking about vodka, and as I'm thinking about getting a drink to really numb the pain, I lock eyes with this absolutely gorgeous 6'5-looking man, and I just beelined it to the bar, and I walk over to him. And for the rest of that weekend, we spent every single minute together. I had the best time. I never talked to Poolboy again. Probably should have stayed in touch with Mr. Billionaire, but I ended up talking to this other guy, and you're probably like, Wait, so did you just stay in the house? You guys, I'm not kidding you. Poolboy basically didn't come out of his room the whole weekend, and I literally stayed in this home while the man was upstairs, made myself breakfast every morning because the house was so big. I'm like, I'm using the second kitchen. I'm walking around in my underwear like, no one's home. And then I would text the boy to come over. We would hang out in this mansion because he was friends also with the billionaire boy.

And then we would just like, roam LA together. We were on an adventure together and pool boy was just upstairs. I don't know what he was doing. He never spoke to me again. Okay? Maybe there was something wrong with him, probably. But like, hey, I got to stay in a fucking free mansion for a weekend and meet a hot guy. So I end up going back to New York, and me and this guy end up staying in touch. We FaceTime every single day, almost. And I'm trying to think of a name for him right now so we can differentiate. Oh, my God, these fucking birds. Can you guys shut the fuck up? Okay. One of them shits on my head. We're going to call this new man that I start talking to Model Man, because, well, he has definitely dabbled in male modeling. Fuck me, right? That's probably strike number one. But I obviously chose to ignore it. I'm like, It's part-time model, okay? And he's going to become an actor, and he's been a DJ. He's been around the block. You know what I mean? It's not just modeling. If a man models, run.

Sorry, if you're a male model or you're married to one. No, I'm sure you're great. Not for me, though, okay? So after LA, he tells me that he obviously wants to see me again because I've got the bomb as pussy in the Land. And he basically proposes that I meet him in Austin for South by Southwest. This is in 2018, you guys, okay? So I book my flight. He doesn't pay for it because he can't afford it. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. I was like, You know what? The last flight didn't work out. Getting paid by a man, all by myself, my way. Maybe this will go better. And I convinced one of my roommates at the time to go with The plan was to stay with Model Man and his BFF, El Chapo. And we were all going to stay in El Chapo's apartment. Now, why is his friend's name El Chapo, you ask? It's not actually fucking the real El Chapo. Well, El Chapo, this version, he lived in Austin, Texas, and he was a tech nerd by day and a cocaine hoe by night. The first thing I saw when I walk into this apartment to the left is full CIA-level tech equipment fucking everywhere.

Because like I said, this guy was a huge tech nerd. And I guess I think people consider Austin is the Silicon Valley of the South. So there's a lot of fucking tech people here. But more importantly, once I panted my eyes to the right, I lock eyes, and I fucking shit you not, you guys. I lock eyes with a brick of cocaine wrapped in saran wrap. As much as I was into this guy, I had no interest in being involved in a drug raid in the middle of the I was really more so just trying to come and get some dick. But to each their own. El Chapo, you do you. I opted for some tequila that weekend. El Chapo's hit in the bag. I really do wonder where he is now because as I sit here, I'm like, Is he still in the same apartment? Doing the goddamn thing? We go out that night in Austin, and we have the absolute best time. We go out to a bar. Modelman and I are hitting it off. We're vibing, we're drinking, we're getting touchy feely, we're flirting, we're with all of his My roommate, my roommate, they're like, all of us are just having the best kick off weekend time.

It's a fabulous energy vibe, and I am fucking ready, okay? I'm like, this is what dreams are made of. Not even thinking of door number three, perfect distraction, okay? We get back to El Chapo's apartment, and the plan was that my roommate was going to sleep on El Chapo's couch, and I was going to sleep in the bed with Model Man, who I had a dick appointment with. Or so I thought. Okay, here we go. I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm washing my face. I go to open his bedroom door, and it's locked. So I'm like, Oh, okay. Knock, knock. I'm immediately knocking because I'm like, Oh, it's me. Maybe it got a little... It's just a little jammed. It's just a little jam. I'm kicking it. Nothing. I keep knocking on this man's door. No answer. I turn to my roommate who's bunked up on the couch, and we just make eye contact. Sorry, is this happening? Am I getting ghosted through a fucking wall right now? Is he literally ghosting me? And I'm inches away from this man. So I call him on my phone. I'm in this apartment, okay? Numerous times I call this man.

No answer. I'm immediately rationalizing. I love as women when we're like, the answer is right in front of you. But no, no, no, it can't be the truth. So I'm like, maybe he hit a little too much of the brick. Maybe he's dead. So I just go and I sit down on the couch and my roommate and I were in shock, nervous, giggling, where you're like, there's just no fucking way. You've literally got to be fucking kidding me. And we start immediately trying to game plan. Okay, actually, now let's get realistic. What the fuck do we do? Fuck him. He's clearly ignoring me. And so my roommate calls a guy that she was talking to at the time because she knows a guy that knows a billionaire friend who has an apartment in Austin, and she asks if we can go stay there. And by the grace of God, her guy friend is like, Yes, I got you. Don't worry. I have a place for you guys to stay. And it was, thankfully, it was one of those electronic apartment complexes that he could just give us the code door. We got right in. And then we start to do what any woman would do.

We start to dig in. What is this man Let me rewind for a minute. Why was I so suspicious? When I first met Model Man that night in Los Angeles, he was standing next to a gorgeous, gorgeous brunette who was clearly a model. And when I think back to the moment that I spotted Model Man, before I approached him, I do remember, he looked very cozy with this woman, but she ended up leaving early that night, so I didn't really think much of it. I'm like, Okay, maybe he was flirt with another bitch. I've got this. He'll like me more. We'll hit off, whatever. But as I'm standing in this random fucking apartment, getting ghosted by the guy who told me to come to Austin in the first place and spend time with him, I start to wonder the only rational possibility is maybe he has a girlfriend. I'm ready to literally suck the living shit out of your dick. You either have to be dead or you're a loyal motherfucker that's having... That you're maybe regretting your decision to be shady. I love how he said loyal and shady in the same sentence. So you're a piece of shit, okay?

So I immediately go to his tagged photos on Instagram, and I barely have to fucking scroll. And I find a photo with the girl that I saw him with at the bar, and I click on her page. And without a doubt, they definitely have some history. It wasn't clear if they were absolutely dating. They were in some entanglement, but I wasn't clear if it was a full, ass-blown relationship. Or maybe I was clear, but I was just trying to avoid it, okay? So the next morning I wake up, and I have a text from him saying he's sorry, and he got too drunk, and he fell asleep, and accidentally locked the door. But he says, Come meet us. We're going to this bar. At this point, I can't help myself. There is nothing more fun than when you have absolutely no emotional attachment to a man who's clearly playing games with you, and you don't give a fuck. Do you know what I mean, ladies? Where it's like, if this was happening, let's say, with door number three or any of my exes that I actually gave a fuck about, I'd be devastated. I wouldn't be able to not confront them immediately I have a pit in my stomach.

At this point, I'm like, Model Man can go back to modeling tomorrow and ghost me, and I actually wouldn't give a fuck. I'm just annoyed that I got on a fucking plane for a dick that won't even go inside me. This wasn't worth the dick appointment. You know what I mean? I just felt like I really don't care. So I say to my roommate, Fuck it. Let's just go and see what happens. Let's just see where this goes for the fucking plot. So we arrive at the bar, and I'm not going to rock the boat. Again, I don't really care. I'm just going to play it chill. But he brings up locking the door, and he brings up the incident himself. So I'm like, Okay, bring it on. He basically says, Listen, I didn't actually fall asleep. A shocker. Fucking dick. He tells me he does not have a girlfriend, but he did have a thing with the girl that I saw him with that night in LA, and he was having a moral dilemma because they weren't on great terms, and they were trying to really process, or should we just completely end it, or should we make this work?

And he didn't... I mean, guys, listen how genuinely great of a guy. He didn't I want to start something with me until he knew he was completely closed out on that chapter. I'm like, Oh, how fucking thoughtful. Oh, well, I'll just wait in the corner. Let me know. Like, what the actual fuck is wrong with men in the head. What I wanted to say was then, Why the fuck did you invite me here, you piece of shit? This is a waste of my fucking time. But I wasn't as direct as I am now these days. So I just smiled, a little crooked smile, a little tear, tear coming. No, I wasn't crying, I said, Totally get it. Let's just have some fun today, and just brush it off. Don't really care, whatever. And we never talk about it again. We have an amazing day at South by Southwest. We're drinking, we're bar hopping. My tits look amazing. I'm in my prime. I'm just having the time of my life. I'm holding his bicep. For the most part, we just went completely back to normal. We had so much fun, and I was really able to just put last night behind me because I didn't really...

I wasn't I was like, I'm not going to let this ruin my time. So after having a full day, we all decide, let's go home since we were day drinking. Let's regroup, let's shower, let's change, and let's meet back up at El Chapo's apartment to go back out again. My roommate and I go back to our apartment. We shower, we change. I'm looking cute. I do my hair. I got a banging outfit on. Tits are pushed up. I got the socks shoved in so they look like triples. I got extensions locked and loaded. I am ready to go, okay? We get an Uber and we go over to El Chapo's apartment. And when we get to his house, I'm like, Oh, my God, they're pre-gaming so hard. Let's go. Let's get it again. We knock on the door. No one's answering. I'm like, Oh, it's because they're just partying so hard inside. They can't even hear my knock. So we were like, Maybe the door's open. We open the door. It's completely unlocked. And we walk in, and we're like, Hey, what the fuck? Not one person's in the apartment. This man had texted me saying, Come over to the apartment.

Not one person's in the fucking apartment. I will never forget this moment. My Ruminate and I, we just literally scream. You've literally got to be fucking kidding me. No, no, no. You just texted me to come here after the incident last night, and no one is here. So I call him. I'm like, Ring, ring. It's me again, bitch. I've never felt more needy in my fucking life. I call him about five times. No answer. Text him. No answer. Again, you guys, I had been texting this man. I literally get to the apartment. He told me to be there. He's gone. Ghost. Poof. Casper. And I'm like, What is wrong with this man? Now, at this point, I'm like, Is he in cajoots with one of my exes and just trying to fuck my life up? Like, literally, there is a conspiracy theory going on because I've actually never been fucked with this hard. I have I've never been flaked on this bad. So we look at each other and we just decide, No, no, no, actually now, fuck this shit. Let's just go enjoy Austin, Texas without this piece of little shit. And we head to sixth Street, which is basically the street that has all the bars in Austin.

And we go to this rooftop, and it's a gorgeous rooftop. I'm getting my groove back. I'm really looking for fresh dick around. And I'm standing, you cannot make this shit up, I'm standing, ordering myself a drink at this bar, and I turn to my right, and who do I see? I see El Chapo. And then I realize, Model Man must be here. If El Chapo is here, I make eye contact with this cocaine man, and he looks at me like he is literally going to vomit. He looks like he just saw a ghost. So I immediately I know, like something is obviously fucking wrong. And I'm wondering, but why do you look so guilty? Like, what the fuck is actually going on? Like, yes, you ghosted us, but you can't blame it on being drunk. He told me the girl in LA is not even here. Like, what are we missing? And then from the corner of my eye, I see Model Man walking into the bar with his arm wrapped around a woman, and is walking towards the bar towards El Chapo. Now, pause. I know where your brain's going. He flew her in.

Oh, my God, they got... No. El Chapo runs over to me and he says, Oh my God, I am so sorry. He just ran into his ex-girlfriend who lives here in Austin. They have a lot of history together. Daddy Gang, it's not the bitch from LA. Now, there is another woman. He has his arm around, and I am literally standing there like, I am getting fucked off left and right and sideways and upside fucking down. I am standing there and I try to make fucking direct eye contact with him. Now I'm like, Let's fucking go, motherfucker. I want you to feel pain in your fucking wiener hole, okay? He pretends he pretends. He has never seen me. You guys know that Keke Palmer thing? I have never seen this in my life. If I wouldn't even know if I saw him on the street. Me to him. He looks at me like I am nothing. He looks right through me. All of his friends who my roommate and I have been hanging out with all weekend circle around him and all of them, except for El Chapo, shout out, pretend that they do not know me and my roommate.

So just picture yourself. This man that you flew to another fucking state for to have a great time who you have hooked up with in the past brings you out and proceeds to tell you he can't because it's a moral dilemma with an ex bitch. And then he walks in the next night after ghosting you twice in a row with another bitch and doesn't even make eye contact with you and won't come up to you and completely ignores your existence. As we go on, we remember. I honestly will never forget that feeling. I felt like I was the biggest fucking loser on the planet. I take my drink with my roommate. We fucking chug our drinks and we walk directly past him. I'm like, I can't be humiliated anymore. Sorry, the sun is so fucking crazy, you guys. I'm getting blasted just like I was at this fucking bar, okay? Absolutely. Dignity gone, okay? We leave the bar. I just remember feeling so embarrassed and just honestly sad at the time. I don't understand how you can treat someone like that. And I was also just objectively enraged because... I don't know. I think I would get very riled up when I was younger, if men would disrespect me, and I would just go into a mode that is, I would say it's foreign to me now, but rage.

Rage, I'm going to ruin your life type shit, like John Tucker must die type shit. But I can still feel that girl deep within me, and I constantly remind Matt, I can tap into her whenever she needs to go and get riled up again. So don't fucking test me, okay? But Matt's an We don't have to worry about him being shady. But back to Model Man. So fuck him. We go across the street, Daddy Gang, and we go into another rooftop bar, okay? And just to give you context, we were literally... We were going directly across the street to a different rooftop bar. And we realized when we get there, we realize as we get to the rooftop, I remember getting myself a little skinny, Marg. I'm like, Okay, let's get back into it. We go to the balcony. We can see directly directly across the street, and we can directly see into the other fucking bar that we were just at, and we can directly see all of his friends and him with the woman. I'm watching all of them. So what do we naturally do? I take out my iPhone. Naturally. No, I can't have fun yet, guys.

Naturally, I take out my iPhone because this is the biggest fucking slap in the face. I'm like, You're literally with another woman that's not the woman that you told me you were trying to figure out that you're going to end things with. How does it make it make sense? Does my vagina smell this week? What is going on? He had just claimed that he could not even physically touch me because he was trying to do the morally right thing with his LA bitch. Meanwhile, I'm watching him with fucking Susie cream cheese, saucer up and get ready to be hot and heavy that night. That's what I wanted. That's what I was supposed to get. So I turned into a fucking animal. I'm like, Oh, you won't give me fucking attention? First of all, also, how I was really seeing all the detail is I was taking my iPhone and we were zooming in with my phone to really get a close-up look. And I'm like, Oh, yeah, they're going to fuck. They probably didn't. But you know, you convince yourself these things. So I say, How do I get back at this man? The rage in me just comes out, and I say, Oh, I'll fucking show you, you little fucking tiny fucking dickwad.

I'm going to get the attention of every single man in this bar. And just like that, my roommate and I go sit down at a table, men start joining us to talk, and we put on a motherfucking show. There is nothing like a woman scorned. We are talking sex. We're talking dating. We're talking relationships. I'm talking filthy. I'm talking discussing. I'm saying this man could have gotten his dick sucked by the best fucking blow job he's ever had in his life. He's never heard of the Gluck Gluck 9000. He could have fucking experienced it. And instead, he chose his ex. And by the end of the night, I'm going so I'm leaning the fucking... I'm honestly blacking out at this point, not even from alcohol, but just really the anger within, the devil, the demon inside of you that can get lit when someone goes too fucking far and crosses the line and makes you feel like you're fucking worthless. You guys can all locate whoever has done that to you. Yeah, this was Model Man for me. A crowd of people just start standing around us listening to us. And multiple people by the end of the night said, Do you have a show?

Because I could watch this all day. And I will never forget sitting there in my rage just being like, That's a pretty good idea. Huh? Yeah, maybe I should do that. And boom, Call Her Daddy, and the concept was born. So, moral of this story, Daddy Gang, is any time a man fucks you over, I choose to believe it was meant to be. And And you need to look at it as a positive, because truly, Daddy Gang, it's actually crazy to think about. Had that man not disrespected me and pissed me off so much to the point that I... No, first, let me take it back. Had that man not invited me to Austin, Texas, and then proceeded to disrespect me, and had I not walked my ass across the street to another bar to talk my shit, there is a chance that I would have never started to call her daddy. So thank fucking God, I got ghosted, disrespected. It was all worth it. I get emotional when I talk about it because you like, looking back six years ago where I was when I was walking these streets, I hated my job. I was pretty miserable.

I was at a really low point in my life. And to know that I had to go through that shit to get here six years later to have you guys and have the Daddy Gang and meeting you all this weekend. It's mind-blowing to me what we have built together. And I literally could not have done this without you guys. And this is as much your show as it is mine. I always say that, and I hope you guys feel that. Thank you guys so much for the support. And I just fucking can't believe it. And I'm so grateful. And Fuck. We fucking did it. And if you're sitting at home and you're miserable at your job or you're miserable in a relationship, it fucking gets better, bitch. I promise. What a full circle moment that the idea of Color Daddy was born right here at a bar in Austin, Texas. And now I am hosting and opening my own bar for the weekend in Austin, Texas. Welcome to Big Al's Bar, bitch. So the point of coming to South by Southwest is I wanted to throw the absolute best, craziest party of the weekend. And I do think, if I do say so myself, we captured it.

I get here first night. I walk in and I was so excited. If you're doing a themed party, there's nothing more than I love than a themed party, okay? But you know what I hate with a themed party? It's if I don't have a cute fucking outfit. I love trying to come up with a theme and I love trying to match the theme. But if I have the worst outfit at the party, I'm going to actually go home and be depressed and cry, and I'll never post anything. I was so proud of my outfit, you guys. I put it together myself. I think I actually look pretty cute. You'll see it on my Instagram. I had a little two-piece set going on, and Saturday Night began. I almost sobbed when we got here. Okay, so why was I crying? Because of you. You guys make me so happy. We talked. I remember hearing this girl that she was like, I just broke up with my boyfriend. I came alone because I was wanting to make friends. And as I'm standing in line, waiting to get in alone, was so nervous. I almost didn't come because I was so insecure.

She's like, all of these girls right here, and they all start screaming, they're like, best friends. We realized we live in the same neighborhood together. I get chills when I think about it. I'm like, so many of you in line were making friends with each other. I feel like we've talked about it on the show in your 20s and even in your fucking 30s. It's so fucking hard when you move to a new city trying to make friends. And it was cool to see how coming and partying together, everyone was coming together and be like, Where do you live? Do you want to become friends? Wait, you live there? I live there. The amount of girls that have now DM me saying they have friends that they are already planning dinners with and parties. I'm like, Fuck, yes. So we said hi to all of you. I remember coming back in. And this is where really the night started to get a little blurry for me. One of my interesting habits is that when I get really intoxicated. I'm not texting an ex. I'm not crying over. I'm not doing... I will find a stage, and I will get on it, and I will start to sing.

There's something within me that I genuinely believe it could have been, would have been. Maybe I was in another life meant to be Hannah Montana. Maybe I was supposed to be Christina Aguilera. I ended up being a podcaster because I have a little bit of tone deafness in me. But in moments where I get a little too much liquid courage, I'm like, They need to hear what I've got to sing. Let me bring you to the stage. So the minute I saw, the minute I laid my eyes on the stage, I said, Oh, God, they're getting a performance. Okay? Now, the problem What is this? When I was somewhat sober, Daddy Gang, I was completely under the impression like, Oh, I'm going to just stay in the crowd. We paid this amazing person to come perform. Gosh, she shout out, You are so fucking talented. This man is singing covers. He's singing his own songs. Everyone's thriving. I'm in the crowd. I'm booty bumping. I'm taking shots. I'm literally getting lit with the Daddy Gang. Some girls are showing me their nipples. I'm signing tits. And then all of a sudden, I'm standing right at the front being like, Gosh, she, she, get it, get it.

And I see this man's hand reach for my body as I'm down with the Daddy Gang, and he's like, Get up on stage. And I'm like, Oh, no, no. You don't have to pull my arm twice. I'm like, Let's go. So I get up on stage. I immediately make eye contact with the Matt in the back of the house. I can see Matt is saying, No, no, no. And all my heart is saying is, Yes, yes. Yes, Matt. So I get on stage. I think I was only seeing out of one eye at one point in the night. Anyways, it was all great. I was having a good time. Just to be clear, blackout Alex, the confidence, through the roof. I told my new assistant, I said, The next time you see me on a stage wherever we are in the world, you tackle me to the ground. And let me be clear, in my drunken state, I will try to resist. I will actually say, No, I'm fine. Let me up there. Persist. Take me to the motherfucking ground because in the morning, you'll get a fucking raise, okay? So let me walk you through what I did when I got up on stage, Daddy Gang.

And this is where I really want everyone to just live in their truth. Some people like to sing, some people like to show their tits when they're drunk, some people... Whatever is your kryptonite when you're drunk, just lean in. I take the mic. I say, watch this. Last night We let the liquor talk. I don't know the words. The only thing I know is last night we let the liquor talk. Nothing after that. As you will see, the confidence I was exuding, it's as if I am Morgan Wallen. Whoever the fuck you are, love you, but also, fuck you. I was this close to already blacking out. A woman hands me a motherfucking joint. I shouldn't have been getting high. This bitch hands me a joint right here, and I have the footage. I take two ginormous fucking hits out of this Jay, and I am She gone. She gone. I need this after 16 shots of tequila. Oh, let's get lit. Oh, I want things to get even more blurry. Yeah, I don't know. But the good thing about the Daddy Gang is I never felt judged. So for The rest of the night, Madely and Alex and I all live in different places, but it was just nice to see them because I don't get to hang out with them a lot.

It was cute. I know they were filming content. We had the best time. The reason Harry wasn't here for the first night, and also, thank God Harry wasn't here for the first night because I thought I was going to go maybe a little chill on the second night. No, but Harry showed up. I'm like, Oh, I got to do it. But Harry wasn't here because he was dancing. Then everything's going well. I finally get off the stage and I go home. No, I'm just kidding. We go to the after-party. Where is the after-party? This is one of my My favorite parts of the house. There are such gorgeous activations, but it really brought me back to my Austin roots. No one knows what that means unless you live in fucking Boston. Austin is the place where all those nasty ass frats are, and I loved it. The house that we have for South by inside. It's giving, it's giving, bumped up, cozy, let's just fucking drink till 4:00 AM vibe. Daddy Gang, come with me because I need to tell you something that happened at the after-party that I'm still not recovered from. But thank fucking I have video footage because I swear to fucking God, I bet you wouldn't believe me if I told you who the fuck I ended up sitting dead in the middle of two men, the most random people to ever come to an unwell party.

Let me be very clear. Here lies my reputation. Saturday night, I almost lost it all. But then I fucking saved the day. We're having an after-party. Everyone's boozing. Everyone's cruising. I'm feeling myself. You know when you're around people that you love, you You end up feeling very comfortable to just do literally whatever the fuck you want. Lauren's here, Alex is here, Madelyne's here. Remi Bater showed up. We had all the crew in here was good vibes. And all of a sudden, I see this large, large, tall individual walk into the room who is almost seven feet tall. And I'm like, oh, my God, that's Blake Griffin. If you don't know who Blake Griffin is, he plays basketball. And I'm like, oh, my God, that's Blake Griffin. But in my head, I'm like, why is Blake Griffin here? We We love it. Thanks, Blake, for showing up. But I'm just so fucked up. And maybe it's because I've dated athletes in the past, but I like to really give it to them. I like to fuck with them, and I think it's funny. And they always have people just be so nice to them. And sometimes I think they need to get a little dirt on their knees.

So I'm just bantering with him, and all of a sudden, Matt comes inside to the house, and he says, Alex, look me in the eyes. Look at me. And I'm like, he's like, Alex, get it together. Mark Cuban is about to come into the house. And we've got a business here that we're trying to run. Don't embarrass me, basically. And I am like, I'm ready. I can be so blackout. I can be ready to be hospitalized. But if someone tells me I have to do something for business and take it seriously, I'm like, let's go, time. Let's go. So Mark, you've been into the house and I'm like, Mark, sit down. Come on in. Welcome to the Unwell house. I'm talking to Mark. We're schmoosing. We're schmoosing. And Blake Griffin turns to someone, and he literally goes, Why did she turn it on for him, but she wouldn't turn it on for me? I'm like, Sorry. It's just like an athlete thing. Okay, Marky Mark. We love Mark. We love an investor. Okay, so we got to treat him with respect. No, Blake, we fucking love you. You were a great time and you were such a good energy to the house.

But it's Mark fucking Cuban. And I also fucking love Shark Tank. So I get in my drunken state. I was like, let's pretend I'm on Shark Tank right now. I am not exaggerating when I say for 45 plus minutes, I am sitting like this with Mark Cuban and I'm locked eyes with Mark Cuban. I'm not focused on anyone. I'm locked in. I'm on Shark Tank, okay? And I'm pitching my company to this man. I don't know why I'm pitching it. I'm like, we're not looking for investors, but you want to have the good connects. And he did follow me on Instagram the next morning. So clearly, I did a fucking good I didn't embarrass us, Matt. I'm like, Mark, let's talk about the industry. Let's talk about what's going on with the climate and social media landscape. And what do you see with businesses and ventures? And what are you thinking with investments? And there's this thing that I want to be doing. And I'm trying to figure out, should I be taking equity or should I... I'm going ham. How did my brain all of a sudden start talking about equity after I just literally was slapping Chris and fucking taking joints into the head outside?

She's a businesswoman. I leave that night feeling fulfilled. Then I woke up in the morning, I looked at my Instagram, and I literally almost had a mental breakdown because there's something about watching yourself from other people's perspectives where you're like, Oh, I'm so annoying. Shut the fuck up. Then I did see positive comments. So they were like, She seems like she's having fun, and I was having fun. It was a great night. Now, on to the next night when Harry Jousey arrived. So Sunday, I wake up. Honestly, I wasn't even that hungover, which was shocking. And I remember Matt had scheduled this really fun thing for us to go on one of those pedal bikes where you drink, you pedal, you rage, you play music. And we were going to also have two busses, and the Daddy Gang was also going to come on the bus or the bike. What the fuck do you call it? I don't know. I knew I needed fresh air. So Matt was like, Get out of bed, babe. Let's fucking go. We're fucking cruising around We're all drinking. We're having a good time. And I was finally like, I think I'm back.

Let's go. Austin can't bring me down, okay? But I will say my mentality going into Sunday this time is like, I gave it all on Saturday. I conquered South by. I felt like in one night. And then a 6'4 large man, not Blake Griffin this time, Harry Chelsy walks into the picture with fresh energy, and I'm like, I'm fucked. The minute I saw Harry's face, I knew, round motherfucking two, baby. When someone comes in with fresh energy and wasn't there the first night, you're like, How can I not match his energy? I'm not going to be a party pooper. I'm not going to be like, Sorry, I'm too hungover. I was like, Let's fucking get it again. So we show up to the Unwell house on Sunday night, and Harry is already drunk by the time I get here. Him and Matt have been drinking together in the house. They're hanging out. They're having a great time. I show up. I wore this little leather outfit I felt like a sexy little kitten. I was ready to go. I put on my cowboy hat. I said, Let's motherfucking rage. The difference between night one versus night two is because we were going to have all the creators there, it was just a lot more energy.

And weirdly, I thought that Saturday night would be crazier. Sunday was even fucking crazier. We could not even walk into the fucking crowd. You guys were so jam-packed, having so much fun. So we were just pouring shots for everyone, hanging out with you guys. Oh, my God. I forgot. Oh, my God. Okay, I'm standing on these steps, and this woman is like, Alex, Alex, Alex, I need to ask you something. I need to ask you something. I'm like, Babe, get up here. What's going on? I'm thinking she's going to say, Someone ruined my life last night. She goes, I just got engaged, but I haven't accepted the engagement. He's standing right there. And I told him, I cannot accept your engagement until my father approves. And I'm standing there and I'm like, Sorry, wait, what? I'm like, Is your dad here? She's like, No, you. You. I need you to look at him and tell me, should I accept or not? So immediately, instead of just being like, Ha ha, sure, I'm like, Does he treat you right? I'm like, How long have you guys been together? He hits all the criteria, and I finally look at her and I go, Baby, absolutely, marry this man.

Everyone's screaming. We're cheering. We're like, Daddy's getting married. I'm like, This is literally when people are like, Oh, what's your relationship with... No one can fucking top the Daddy Gang. There is no fucking better group of human beings in the fucking world. I dare you to fucking come us. That was fucking phenomenal. So much weird shit was happening on fucking Sunday. I'm like, this woman brought her baby there. Who brings a baby? Where's her baby? I love you. What is going on? Harry, though, what I will say is when you have someone with that type of energy, you just want to top it, and you just want to just soak it in. And he's just such a good fucking time. So because we couldn't get through the crowd, Harry decided, get on my back. I'll go through the crowd so there's just one of us. I can see above everyone. I got a better option to get us to this stage. I return to the stage, and I'm telling Harry, I don't think I can go back up there. And he's like, No, we're just going to learn how to line dance. Matt had thought it would be funny since Harry's this professional dancer, and he's so suave and genius.

Matt was like, Why don't we have you line dance with these women? They're going to teach you guys how to line dance. Really lean into the Texas roots, okay? So I said, Oh, my God, okay. I will line dance, but no one hand me a fucking microphone, okay? I was like, I just don't want to talk because I was fucked up the night before, and it gave me the scaries when I saw myself online, and I don't want to say anything that will fuck myself up. We get on the stage, pick up the microphone. Alex, why the fuck? Why the fuck? I couldn't help myself. Something comes over me when I'm with the Daddy Gang. I get riled up, I get revved up. The energy starts coming towards me. So we get up there. These women, I'm like, Ladies, we're going to learn how to line dance, line dance with us. Let's hear where we fucking go. The women, they're going, One, two, step, one, two, step, one, two, step, one, two, step, side step, one, two, back step. Well, let's go. I have no fucking rhythm. She's got a good voice, though. But just keep that in mind.

I have no fucking rhythm. So these women are going left, right, left, right. And I'm just feeling like a fucking loser. And I don't like to feel low on my confidence. Like I said, remember, Alex drunk, Leo energy. I want to be center stage. I want to fucking rock the boat. But I couldn't do that when we're dancing, so I start to get aggravated. Harry's fucking doing the dupedee dupes. Harry's doing a little one over, a little twosy twosy steps. I don't know any of this shit. He's rocking, he's thrusting, and I've got nothing to give, okay? I'm like, Okay, I can't give big dick energy in that way. What do I do? I grab the mic. I grab the mic again, Daddy Gang, and I say, pop it, lock it, poke it, dot it, country five, then hip hop it, zigzag, cross the floor. If any of you know, Miley Cyrus, Hannah Montana, the movie, I have been waiting for this my entire life. I start just singing. The entire Daddy Gang goes fucking Ape shit. Everyone starts singing because also they were like, Yeah, bitch, we don't know how to dance either. We all start doing the hoedown throw down together.

It was the fucking shit. Let me bring you to the Carbone bar for a second. I was like, How do we elevate the Unwell house? What is the best food to eat when you're drunk? So I was like, Is there any way that we could figure out how to get Carbone activated on the Unwell site? The vision, just picture my vision. You're so fucking fucked up. You start to get hungry, and you get handed a fucking plate of Carbone spicy rigatoni. Mic drop. We're in heaven, bitch. Mario Carbone himself is here cooking the motherfucking pasta. They have pasta jars as just decoration, Daddy Gang. Just decoration. I start seeing Daddy Gang bitches walking around fucked up holding the pasta jars. I see everyone on social media like, Why are there Carbone pasta jars just all through and through next to tequila bottles? I'm like, because when the bitches got fucked up, the bitches said, Carbone, I'm bringing you home with me. And they did. And everyone got to take party favors. That was fucking amazing. On Sunday, we after-party in the Unwell house. And we go in here. And what was so fun was the whole gang was back together.

The after-party was phenomenal. The vibes were electric to the point where we had a security guard be like, Give me the fucking guitar. Let me give you a little something. Not only can I guard the shit out of your lives, I can strum the fucking fiddle too, bitch. And we're all staring at this man as he starts just giving us a rendition. We're all fucked up. We're all singing. It's like we're having this big family reunion and we're all just crying so happy. And I will not forget, we start taking photos. It was me, Harry, Madelyne, and Alex. And it just Our legs are in the air. We have bananas. I'm eating a banana. I don't know what was happening. We were having the most fun. And creating content is so fun. It's something I've loved to do from such a young age. But this industry can be a little lonely, where you're like, I'm just out here fending for myself, and I'm putting shit out. And what's so incredible and I feel so fortunate about in creating this network of people, is we now have become friends and are supporting each other and each other's content.

It feels like we're family, and it's fun to be like, Madely It's an episode. Alex is filming an episode here. Borrow my microphone today or borrow my camera or whatever. It's like the unwell Cinematic universe. And I feel like we've all come together and it makes it a little less lonely and it makes it more fun. Every day I'm getting on my phone and on Mondays I'm like, oh, I want to hear what Madelyne's up to. And on Tuesdays, eventually, Harry's going to have his podcast come out soon. And on Thursdays, it's Alex. On Wednesdays, it's me. It's like, I just feel like I feel like I have even more of a purpose now working with all these people that I genuinely love and now consider, not only do I work with them, they're my friends. And I feel so lucky and fortunate to have this be around me right now. And now it is fucking Monday, and now we are going to host all of our friends for the unwell final close-out dinner. We have, like I said, Carbone is cooking us dinner. I feel so fortunate. I think the reason I'm also just so into this is I just want to be very clear.

It was young me thugging around, trying to just date any guy I could to get even a dinner for the night. I will never forget. I called Carbone when I was 20. I hope Mario's listening to this. I called Carbone when I was 22 years old, pretended to be my own agent. Didn't you do it for me? Lauren, get in here. Lauren, come in. I will never forget. Lauren, I go, How do we get in? Then I was like, What if we pretend we're someone famous? Then I'm like, I can't do it. I can't take myself seriously. I'll start laughing. Lauren's like, I can do it. I can do it. I take the phone and I call Carbone and I'm like, Hi, I'm Alex Cooper's agent, and I think it's really important that she gets a reservation next Friday around 8:00 PM. We're looking like, We need to make this work. How can we make this work? Tell me what we got to do. They're like, Who is Alex Cooper? Then And finally, we hang up, we call back. We said, Kendall Jenner. Do you remember that? We go, and then we got... I said, Lauren, you have to somehow change your voice.

And Lauren's like, Hello. I'm calling for my client, Kendall Jenner, and they're like, Ma'am, you just called. We have number We all online. We can see her the same fucking number. Lauren hangs up. We scream. All we wanted to do was get into Carbone because we were like, We've just heard it's amazing. But it's the best fucking restaurant I feel in the fucking world. You can't get in. And so finally, now I can get in. And I'm like, Okay, let's bring it to the fucking daddy. You can host it. Overall, what I will say is I fucking love throwing parties, and the entire team that has helped us. We have, first of all, I know that I don't want to talk business, you guys, but I do just have to give my team a shout out because having people around me that I love and trust and are so fucking talented. None of this would have been possible with every single person that helped with this weekend. And it's not just me, and it's not just Matt. There's someone holding the camera. There's someone listening to the audio. There's someone that's cooking. There's someone that's fucking setting up all the shit.

There's people that plan this, the designers, the social team. It runs so fucking deep, and it's crazy to know that it started with me in my fucking parents' basement, fucking talking to myself, basically, and staring at a wall in COVID, losing my mind. And now to have built this, I can't even fucking believe it. So to everyone on the Unwell team, I love you. Thank you so much for making this happen. And to the Daddy Gang, thank you so much for coming out. What I will say is this, I see so many DM's of people being like, Yeah, it looks like you throw a pretty good fucking party, but I can't This is just the fucking beginning. So maybe where you live will be the next fucking city that Unwell comes and brings the motherfucking party. Daddy Gang, I love you so much. I'm going to go shove pasta up my asshole, and I am not going to be drinking tonight. I'm just going to get high off of fucking... Everyone behind the camera goes, Maybe I'll just have one at Big L's Bar. I love you guys. Thank you so much for listening, supporting.

And yeah, I love you. You soon, Daddy Gang. Bye.