Sloppy Seconds
The Nerve Hottypants (TM Millty) is still playing hard to get (i.e. not emailing me, jerk) but the sheer number of messages in my inbox is itself quite a lovely little ego boost. There are a couple of strong contenders, including the World's Sauciest Trombone Player, but my favorite is - get this - deathly allergic to cats. Reason #9865 I hate you, Dewey. Way to ruin my entire life.
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2 Degrees of Renee Zellweger
Wendi brought back a couple of those trashy celeb Star-type magazines that make excellent plane material, and I was flipping through one last night when I saw that Renee Zellweger is now dating Damien Rice. This very nearly made me weep. I've made out with someone who made out with Renee Zellweger? Oh the shame.
A couple of summers ago Damien played Chicago for the first time. I was hanging out at Schuba's before the show, eating mac & cheese like it was my job, when I noticed this guy at the end of the bar watching me. He smiled. I smiled. I had no idea who he was until I overheard him say something to the bartender and caught the Irish accent. After the show, we closed down the bar, then hung out on the bus with the rest of the band. Damien tried to convince me to go on to Minneapolis with them, and it is one of the great irritations of my life that I said no. What was I thinking? Stupid crap about kids and responsibilities and cars getting towed, that's what. The groupie route would have been so much more fab. Now Bridget Freaking Jones has my man? There is no justice in the world.
Renee gets her Tequila Red hate on.
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Okay, I have to go write a headline for a giveaway that includes pens, razors and bowling. Imagine the possibilities, won't you? My job is the funnest!
Song of the Day
Damien's band covering "Seven Nation Army".
2 Degrees of Renee Zellweger
Wendi brought back a couple of those trashy celeb Star-type magazines that make excellent plane material, and I was flipping through one last night when I saw that Renee Zellweger is now dating Damien Rice. This very nearly made me weep. I've made out with someone who made out with Renee Zellweger? Oh the shame.
A couple of summers ago Damien played Chicago for the first time. I was hanging out at Schuba's before the show, eating mac & cheese like it was my job, when I noticed this guy at the end of the bar watching me. He smiled. I smiled. I had no idea who he was until I overheard him say something to the bartender and caught the Irish accent. After the show, we closed down the bar, then hung out on the bus with the rest of the band. Damien tried to convince me to go on to Minneapolis with them, and it is one of the great irritations of my life that I said no. What was I thinking? Stupid crap about kids and responsibilities and cars getting towed, that's what. The groupie route would have been so much more fab. Now Bridget Freaking Jones has my man? There is no justice in the world.
Renee gets her Tequila Red hate on.
Okay, I have to go write a headline for a giveaway that includes pens, razors and bowling. Imagine the possibilities, won't you? My job is the funnest!
Song of the Day
Damien's band covering "Seven Nation Army".
Tequila Red called it a day @ 11:43 AM
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