Remember when you used to have finals and you’d barely make it through before just hitting the wall? That just happened to me. After doing a 45 minute radio interview yesterday for my friend Alice Chan on creating a fabulous open house, I ran to the office with 10 billion outfit changes to shoot 17 videos (16 of them for Business.com’s Dex Knows series and the 17th for my How To Be A Party Goddess home page.) I jumped on a conference call only 2 minutes late (SHOCKER), then proofed 4 proposals (because remember EVERYONE now feels like they want a party I guess). By this point I have still not had lunch (bad, bad, bad situation for those around TPG) so I start inhaling trail mix and beef jerky and continue to tell myself that water “will fill me up.” What a joke. By the time I left the office, Los Angeles had changed from the cold, rainy, fabulous mess of the day before to a hot, humid New Jersey summer. Mother Nature is obviously smoking crack over here.
Then I get home. At that point, I didn’t know my own name. I ate some chili to try and “fill up.” Didn’t work. I ate a bowl of whipped cream. (This seemed better than a chocolate stash I have secretly stored in case of extreme drama (now.) My husband walked in at some point and wondered if I had been hit by a bus. I reminded him that he was talking to a 17 time video star and to please watch his tone. He rolled his eyes. Even my husband is tired of me. (I actually thought it was kind of a fun, dramatic, Rachel Zoe and Rodger type moment where I could pretend to be a diva. Natch, he was not impressed.)
Today, weird, I am in such a good mood I almost can’t stand myself. No clue why really. I’m thinking my coffee is spiked but so far no crash. I decide to spend 5 seconds perusing TMZ.com to check out the latest stories because I have been basically MIA and traveling for 3 weeks and clueless on almost all gossip that has not been previously aired on the Bravo Network. TMZ is swirling with data. Lindsay Lohan stopped going to her rehab classes and so now the networks are streaming “live from the courthouse.” Do you know how many times a day we in Los Angeles are “streaming live from the courthouse?” Seriously, like all damn day long. Lindsay’s got issues. Remember my post about her crashing Ali Landry’s daughter’s party that we did last July. Cuckkkooooooooooo, cuckooooooooo. (Is that spelled wrong? Does it read like cuck-oh?)
Now the whole world is fixated on Balloon Boy and yesterday’s flight in the flying saucer. According to TMZ he just barfed live on The View or something and now they are saying this whole thing is a hoax. Let me tell you write now, trying to get kids to lie for you just doesn’t work. I have a feeling these people might be toast. Just a random TPG prediction, but let’s see here folks.
I think that’s about all I can type right now. I have not proofed this document. I have tried (thank you Robyn Bomar) to eliminate the “So’s” and “Ok’s”. Now holy celebrity A-list alert, I’ve got a walk through for one in less than just 3 short hours. I should probably say it’s an A+ celeb alert. Hee hee, hard to be me.
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