So go back to sleep. Do you think there is any chance I could develop some self-imposed coma in order to fast forward to next Wednesday? This would prevent the daily ulcer I’m facing with each viewing of the evening news or skimming of the newspaper. Anyway, I want to spare you the political details because if you are reading this (and I know a couple people do) then you most likely lean to the left. If not, wise up or fuck off. I’ve lost all tolerance for you Republicans, (including Oveis).
Last night was an excellent drug and alcohol free Tuesday evening. Around 7pm I reported to the Bowery for work because the dynamic door duo of Cherlin or Bernin was scheduled to work. Rachel Yamagata, a new artist on RCA Victor was playing to a sold out crowd of smoking hot girls and the dudes they dragged along with them. Seriously, I’m thinking of following Rachel on her next tour because there were so many drop dead gorgeous women in attendance. This included my friend Robin, along with The Head Set hotness of Jordan and Eliot. Oh, and for the record, I got to talk to Clive Davis for a hot minute. If you want to throw the word legend around, he is a proper figure to attach it to.
Following my shift, I hustled over to Dana’s house to check out Laguna Beach. Many tout this show as the reality version of The O.C., but those critics should check themselves. Stephen and his harem can’t hold a candle to the Cohen’s the rest of the county’s crew, (season premeir is next Thursday). It almost baffles me to think that these kids really exist. Where did they come from? How do I get that rich? Watching Laguna Beach did one thing for me; it made me depressed that I’ll never be filthy fucking rich. Seriously, can anyone help me get so damn rich that I get to hang out with high school blondes with pornstar-in-waiting bodies? Money kicks ass. I bet it kicks even more ass when you have some.
So we finished up the evening watching the Red Sox take a 3-0 lead in the World Series. It looks like they can’t be stopped, but history can repeat itself, (doubtful). My walk short walk home was filled with the sweet sounds of Dirty on Purpose’s Monument which I’m praying they rerecord for their full-length. It's such an epic track.
Need to get out of the house this evening? Here is an open bar put together by your favorite NYC Tarts of Pleasure. I hear it’s a good time, so make the most out of your Wednesday and go get your drunk on.
1 Comments:
Hey Jay -
I might be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure the premise of Laguna Beach is that it is a taped regular show that is being advertised as a reality show, but that isn't really one.
-Tumbleweed
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