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Rubbing Elbows

Last night, we literally were rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. It was fun for a bit, but got old quite fast. In fact, there's nothing to make you feel less insignificant and loathsome than to witness the fanatical world of celebrity/Hollywood retardation first-hand. People were losing all sense of themselves last night following the "stars" around like complete zombies. It was a bit disturbing, and I can't say I'm free of guilt -- I was a pretty active participant. The highlight (aside from seeing my Marisa) was having Johnny Rhys-Meyers crash the party and after being a bit standoffish/shy at first, going around and talking it up with every celeb and cheek-kissin' every gawking girl in the crowd.

Tomorrow, we depart for Montreal! It's going to be cold. Snow is in the forecast. I cannot wait!

The world needs some optimism in the air!

See you kids next week.

Bus Captain

Today I'm the Bus Captain for the benefit at work tonight. In the 6th grade I was captain of patrols at Cardinal Forest Elementary School in (West) Springfield, Virginia. As a consequence, I occassionally had to exercise my authority on the bus: "one warning, Two Warnings, THREE Warnings! YOU'RE REPORTED!" The responsibilities for tonight will be more or less the same, except most of the riders will be over the age of 50, have a net worth of at least $5M, and will have consumed at least 5 alcoholic beverages during the course of the evening.

It's going to be celebrity central tonight. In addition to Cate Blanchett and Hugo Weaving: Kate Winslet, Sam Mendes, Naomi Watts, Liev Schreiber, Martin Scorcese, Harvey Keitel, John Turturro, Jonathan Cameron Mitchell, Alan Cumming, Marisa Tomei, Sigourney Weaver, Mary-Louise Parker, Maggie Gyllenhall, Peter Sarsgaard, Estelle Parsons, Steve Buscemi, Lou Reed, Laurie Anderson, and Kyan from Queer Eye are all coming.

Do you know how I know I'm gay? I have a pink tie on. I'm also wearing a $6,300 suit today. C'MON!

Amazing!

I don't have time for a proper post, so instead here are a couple of lists which basically summarize the last two weeks of my life:

AMAZING:
1. Ronaldinho Nike Ad (Partially fake, but still pretty awesome. Thx Larry)
2. Hooked on a Feeling (An oldie, but a goodie. Thx David)
3. Syncrhonized Fishies (WTF?!? Thx Dad)
4. Scarlett & Keira in the March issue of Vanity Fair (Thx Ann)
5. The Iron Maidens (World's Only Female Tribute to Iron Maiden! Thx Sohrab)

NOT AMAZING:
1. Brokeback Mountain (Pretty good, but not amazing)
2. Match Point (Not great, not terrible)
3. LQ Nightclub (Don't ask)
4. Violator (All Girl Depeche Mode Cover Band. Eeesh. No thx Chris)
5. I need one more people. Help me out.

Boogie In Your Butt

I'm very excited by this find. It's been over 15 years since I last heard it. Enjoy: Download eddie_murphy_boogie_in_your_butt.mp3
(Question: How can we bring this into the Karaoke mainstream? http://pages.prodigy.net/jbmason/lyrics/EddieMurphy_BoogieInYourButt.txt.htm)

Walken 2008?

Oh how sad. I thought IT was true.

Post-Nasal Drip

When I feel sick, I like to curl up into a little ball, rock back & forth, and make barely audible whimpering noises like a little baby orangutan. I'd like to be able to do that right now, underneath my desk, next to my secret stash of Brooklyn Lager until I keel over from starvation and/or delirious sweats. Of course, all of this is pure fantasy, because my symptoms are mostly psychosomatic. I'm fine. I'm just tired and have a slightly sore throat that started last night during the Gala. J is forcing me to stop my moaning, to get over it, and buy some Cold Eez. She says men are always the biggest f'ing babies when it comes to being sick. She's probably right, but that doesn't change the fact that I could really benefit from some chicken noodle soup right now. Dammit, can't somebody just make me some g-damn chicken noodle soup? Is that too much to ask for? Am I being unreasonable? I'm the youngest child for christ's sake! Pamper me dammit!

Tonight I see Matthew Bourne's Play Without Words at BAM and I'm very excited. It's the one s how I've been looking forward to most this whole season. Last night was the opening night & Gala. While it lived up to its promise of being a tiresome & unrewarding event for the staff, it was a big success for the institution. Liam Neeson, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Kevin Kline were all on hand and posed for several photo ops that I'm sure will hit all the society pages over the next couple of days. PSH looked as creepy & disaffected as ever, Liam looked like a classy gigolo, and KK was sporting an impressive bearded grizzly bear look. I got to piss at the urinal next to him during intermission which was the highlight of my night.