Nicole Brodeur's weekly Names in Bold column visits the LeMay car museum opening gala and an audition for a new reality-TV show called the "Bad Girls Club."

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For years, David Madeira was the man that people saw coming.

He was always asking for money to help make the LeMay — America’s Car Museum a reality.

On Friday night in Tacoma, Madeira’s work was finally done, and he joined Nancy LeMay, the widow of Tacoma waste-management magnate Harold LeMay, to start it up with three parties.

Among the top-tier dining on El Gaucho steaks and Hedges wine in the main gallery: Jewelry giant Nicola Bulgari, who loaned some of his American cars to the museum; Washington state Attorney General Rob McKenna, who was not only in tails but full gubernatorial-candidate mode, working the room harder than the girls selling $10 Cohiba cigars and $50 raffle tickets; and “Tonight Show” host Jay Leno (who took a shine to an Edsel Ford Roadster).

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“Car guys make the best husbands,” Leno told the crowd. “When you come home reeking of transmission fluid, she knows where you’ve been.”

The museum “was a vision that a lot of people thought would be impossible,” said Glenn Mounger, of Bainbridge Island, the former chairman of the Pebble Beach Concours D’Elegance and adviser to the Kirkland Concours D’Elegance. “The scope of it, the mass of it. The idea is to have cars that we can all relate to.”

Anything catch his eye?

“The bar,” he joked. “Don’t print that.”

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“I work full time, but partying is what I do.”

“I drink every night, I have random tattoos. Don’t ask me how I got this one; I’m not sure.”

Did I mention that these women were at a job interview? An open casting call for the “Bad Girls Club” — the Oxygen Network’s answer to “Downton Abbey.”

The reality show, set in a mansion, puts a group of hotheaded, high-heeled and low-cut women together, then lets the hair and F-bombs fly for the cameras.

The application contained these gems: “What is the biggest scam you have ever pulled?” and “What, if anything, would you be hesitant about showing on camera?” (“If anything.” I love that.)

Needless to say, Jam Humphrey’s parents weren’t happy she was one of the many who showed up Saturday at Gordon Biersch at Pacific Place, where some girls hit the bar at 10 a.m.

“My mom told me not to make an ass of myself on TV,” Humphrey said. ” ‘Don’t get black eyes and your teeth knocked out.’ “

Casting agent Martin Booker told those selected for a callback to “bring your show-and-tell.”

So what makes a “bad girl”?

“I don’t know,” he said. “It’s really no different than when you walk into a party and see a guy or a girl and they just have it. It’s that quality that interests everybody.”

Especially cabdrivers. And bondsmen. And the makers of ibuprofen.

Rock ‘n’ roll real estate

If the walls could talk at a certain house in Burien, they would probably be doing a soundcheck. What else would you expect in a place once owned by Sean Kinney of Alice in Chains?

The house, listed at $1.2 million, is a fixer, to be sure. The kitchen and bathrooms need to be completely redone, from the looks of the listing on (search “Sean Kinney”).

But it’s on high-bank waterfront, there’s a greenbelt next door and a ballroom with original leaded windows. A little “Dark Shadows,” but a special spot.

So if you love rock and you’re kind of rolling in it, make an offer. And turn it up. It’s not like you’re going to wake the neighbors.

Names in Bold appears Tuesday. Reach Nicole at 206-464-2334 or

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