The following people are on my SHIT LIST this week:
5. Lena Horne. For pushing Janet Jackson out of her TV biopic. Jealous that her breasts look perkier than yours?
4. Clay Aiken. For being the standard to which Idol judges compare other contestants. Latoya London, however, was spared this comparison. Probaly because she could whoop his nelly, personality-less ass.
"America is a free society, which limits the role of government in the lives of our citizens," he said. "This commitment of freedom, however, does not require the redefining of one of our most basic social institutions."
"Our government should respect every person and respect the institution of marriage," he said. "There is no contradiction between these responsibilities."
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick...time's almost up Georgie.
I don't think Sex In The City could've ended any better than it did last night. That episode alone should win them the Emmy next year for best comedic series.
* I loved that Carrie realized moving to Paris with Alexander was a mistake on her own. Finding her Carrie necklace was truly finding herself and it couldn't have happened any other way. However, she needed her Mac Powerbook to blog about it.
* Carrie and Big's relationship didn't go the "marry-me-kid" way I thought it was going to. Instead, they substituted the schmaltz with a realistic situation of having Carrie and John (formerly Mr. Big) finally becoming an official couple ready to commit to each other. With no talk about the future...just living for the present.
* Miranda's taking care of Steve's mother showed her not only doing what she didn't get to do for her own mother prior to her death, but that she was starting to let others into her life rather than her usual don't-get-too close attitude. Magda kissing her head was beautiful.
* Could Smith have been any more amazing??? Now everyone's gonna want a model/actor boyfriend who buys them paperwhites and flies home from the set of some movie just to say "I love you." The bar has been raised.
* Charlotte finally found perfection in what the old Charlotte would have found as imperfections. Which was perfect.
I'm in a strange headspace today and I think it's because of the following:
1. My ticketing got screwed up on-line for my tickets to L.A. to see AJ, my dad, and Bob-n-Scott. It's all been resolved but I ended up paying more than I needed to on the plane ticket... which right now is tough as I'm monetarily in a tight spot. Obviously they're all worth it, cuz I'm soooooo there.
2. My plate is full with work for other projects which may not be worth it in the long run. In other words, I should put my energies towards one or two projects rather than four.
3. Grange Hall is closing on Monday (2/23). It was one of my favorite NY restaurants. I had my 28th birthday dinner there, went for celebratory dinner/drinks often, even had an amazing first date there (the date really went nowhere after that, but...not the point) Luckily Scott thought ahead and booked reservations for tomorrow night to bid farewell to a personal landmark. I never thought I would miss a restaurant this much.
4. Both The Slide and Therapy have been quiet this week which puts me in an energy-less mood. The longing for spring has got people hibernating until she shows her face.
5. I am in desperate need of a haircut but Leigh only works on Mondays and Fridays (which are always the busiest work days I have...) I could easily go to a barber and save $40 but I don't know any that I can trust with this odd-growth-patterned hair I have.
2, 2, 2 holidays in one weekend. And mine went a little something like this:
** FRIDAY -- Scott and I went to a friend's surprise party at a loft in TriBeCa then were off to see Kylie at Avalon. Just as we were getting ready to leave the party my phone rang and my cousin (who was the reason for our going in the first place) tells me it's a madhouse at the club and the VIP area was actually filled with Very Ignorant People...not what I wanted to hear. He tells me that he's leaving and that if we still wanted to brave the bridge-and-tunnel crowd that our names were on Capitol Records list at the door. Withe the thought of standing around with the KTU crowd and my cousin not being there to introduce us to Miss Minogue, we took off our coats, threw them on the host's bed and went back to what we were doing. In an attempt to be funny, someone threw on Kylie's new CD. I then gouged that person's eyes out.
** SATURDAY -- Started my day off at a famous "Chelsea Brunch" with friends at Rocking Horse. The steak and egg burritos were just what I needed to fill the void I'd had since not eating the night before (sometimes one gets too busy to eat...) Afterwards I went home to get my shit together to spin the Shirley Q. Liquor event at The Marquee. Daddy had to be ready to set the tone for what promised to be a fun evening.
Shirley Q. : I was drivin' around in my 1974 Cadillac Sammy Davis Jr. Limited Edition. It only have one workin' headlight.
The protesters in front of the entrance were at a minimum and were strangely tame this time around (as opposed to Shirley Q.'s first NYC show where they successfully shut down not only the show, but the bar as well.) The real drama came after the show. You see, after drinking like it was going out of style, Miss Q. Liquor became too drunk to do her late-night show (which she was contracted for.) The kids weren't having it. Nor was the promoter. Ugly words were spilling out of Shirley's mouth and Daniel was her target. Not wise. Luckily Sweetie and ShaBoomBoom pulled out some of their best shit and turned the disappointed crowd out. Obviously there were some professionals in the house... Don't expect to see Shirley Q. in NYC anytime soon.
I left the show and carried on with my friends at Hell to welcome our out-of-state sisters back for one night only. I got home at...it was light outside, we'll just say that.
** SUNDAY -- I slept the day away and rose from my uber-comfy bed at 3ish. I couldn't get myself out of my room. Could've been my pounding head, but that's just a guess. Later in the evening, Erik and I got an eyeful at Daniel's MAGNUM party. By eyeful I mean that we walked into a room with 7 naked men with erections dancing on the bar (all of which were required to have at least 8 inches...hence the name "magnum".) It was hot in the room both temperature and crowd wise. I ordered drinks between one of the dancers legs and Erik and I stared in amazement at a truly only-in-downtown-New York spectacle. Then I soaked up my sweat with a stack of bar naps; I was sweating like a whore in church.
These are just some of the reasons I like living in this fair city...
-- Straight journalists presenting genius views on gay marriage. (Thanks, Scotty!)
-- The Mayor of San Francisco rocks and shall be rewarded greatly for his actions...now that's what I call a leader. Gavin Newsom is my new hero.
-- I will be seeing Kylie Minogue this evening at Avalon and plan to share conversation with her over a bottle of Cristal in the VIP room afterwards.
-- Cards that arrive in red envelopes.
-- 3 weeks worth of laundry has been cleaned, folded, and put away.
-- I have yet to hear the sound : chih-chih-chi-hah-hah-hah. That would not be so good...not so much.
This may sound stupid to you, but this is the first time since 1990 that I've had a Valentine and I'm a bit excited about it. I guess when you're without a love interest during this over-hyped-but-harmless holiday for 32 of 33 years it makes you a bit giddy. Yes, I've only had oneValentine (classmates, teachers, and your mom don't count...)
Although AJ and I are thousands of miles apart, I still feel extremely close to him. Just knowing that he's in my life makes it seem like he's with me at all times of the day... and that's an amazing feeling. I most definitely want to be with him on V-Day, but my overbearing want to be with him nags at me every day so tomorrow aint gonna be much different. It's is easier, however, knowing you may possibly have found Plato's "other half".
I really don't mean to gloat as others aren't fairing so well in the relationship department this weekend:
What have the Lo-Flecs done to the sanctity of long-term dating?
Here are also some Bush/Cheney Campain Slogans that I was forwarded in a mass e-mail yesterday:
Bush/Cheney '04: Thanks for not paying attention.
Bush/Cheney '04: Four More Wars!
Bush/Cheney '04: Compassionate Colonialism Bush/Cheney '04: Putting the "con" in conservatism
Bush/Cheney '04: Deja-voodoo all over again!
Bush/Cheney '04: Leave no billionaire behind Bush/Cheney '04: Because the truth just isn't good enough.
Bush/Cheney '04: Less CIA -- More CYA
Bush/Cheney '04: Lies and videotape but no sex! Bush/Cheney '04: This time, elect us!
Bush/Cheney '04: Making the world a better place, one country at a time.
Bush/Cheney '04: Asses of Evil Don't think. Vote Bush!
George W. Bush: A brainwave away from the presidency
George W. Bush: It takes a village idiot
George W. Bush: The buck stops Over There Vote Bush in '04: Because dictatorship is easier
Vote Bush in '04: It's a no-brainer!
Vote for Bush & You Get Dick!
This past Thursday night I spun Interview Magazine's party to celebrate the M + F Girbaud Soho Store's one year anniversary. Had to spin a lot of electro music (which I rarely spin...more of a pop/rock/hip-hop kinda DJ) to fit in with Mike Latham's installation.
I've always been a firm believer in the words "Thank You", and with that I'd like to thank some fellow bloggers who have linked me to their sites. Please visit them and find out why they're all part of my daily reads:
(from a past entry: "Fri. Sept. 26, 2003 YOU ARE SOOO PLUCKED I'm really starting to detest the word "FIERCE." It is used to describe eveything by the -mos' and it's becoming tiresome. Therefore, I am herby reverting back to my days of growing up in sunny Southern California when I use the word "BITCHEN" to describe everything...and hopefully....HOPEFULLY, it won't catch on. That would be totally bogus.")
UPDATE (2/12/04): I am doing a special shout out for arjan who added me to his blogmates column. I didn't mean to leave him off of my "thank you" list but I didn't realize he had my link on his site when I "went to press."
Trust, I loves me some him as he gives me some great inside music stuff...
Hate to jump on the bandwagon, but just saw Charlize in Monter and was blown away by her performance. I don't even think I need to see Diane, or Naomi, or Samantha, or Keisha to know where my vote is going. That bitch was jacked up in that movie, y'all...!
Seriously, it's great to see actors giving their all to a role and she added humanity to a woman who, to most, would be thought of as inhumane. Much respect for her.
Performing together in a routine that already had included a number of bump-and-grind moves, Timberlake reached across Jackson, flicking off the molded right cup of the bustier, leaving her breast bare except for a metallic pastie that appeared to be shaped like a spur or a sunburst. "I am sorry if anyone was offended by the wardrobe malfunction during the halftime performance at the Super Bowl," Timberlake said. "It was not intentional and is regrettable." - CNN
Um...if it wasn't intentional, then:
1. Why put snaps on a breast cup that would normally be sewn into her pleather samurai-inspired coat? Does she need quick access to let them breathe after a performance, or...?
2. Why would Janet gussie up her large areola with a "sunburst" shaped nipple shield? Where's she get that thing...a Renaissance Fair?
3. And why would it have happened at the moment when Justin sang," Gonna have you nekkid by the end of this song"? I'm thinkin' coincidence on that one...purely coincidental.
Good thing Janet doesn't have a new album coming out. OH WAIT! She does...