Yes, I AM Silently Judging You....

Since I promised to post more often and since last week provided to be a bit unusual (more on that in a minute), I thought I'd just comment on the week's starlet festivities. I had to giggle this afternoon while reading the New York Post about the picture of Lindsay Lohan in her bikini, complete with her alcohol monitoring bracelet on her ankle. The reason for my snickering was that not 10 minutes before this, I saw on the TV in our lunchroom that she had been busted for DUI AGAIN and had also been found with cocaine in her pocket. While I know it's not nice to laugh at those with problems, something came to mind that made me wonder. This girl, fresh out of rehab and just turned 21, has been showing up again on the party circuit. I can't imagine not being able to enjoy your 21st with a round of shots, but the real question is this: why is this girl still driving??? With all the money she has, you'd think SOMEONE would arrange for her to have a limo at her disposal, or at very least a sober employee to chauffeur her around. When I was young, we had Saferides to call so that you could go out and not have to worry about getting a DWI. Back in the crazy 80's, Guns n Roses guitarist Slash had someone on his payroll who's sole job it was to make sure Slash stayed alive. This entailed picking his drunk ass up out of the gutter, driving him home, cleaning up his vomit, putting him to bed, etc. I'm not saying that it's a pleasant job, especially doing it for someone unpaid, but if you can tap into Lindsay's cash flow, it might not be a bad job for say, Kevin Federline. Maybe he could pick up hot mess Britney on the way home.

In personal news, I had a nice scare last Wednesday when that steam pipe exploded about a 1/2 block from my office. As anyone who worked in NYC on 9/11 knows, you don't freak someone out like that without proper notice. My notice was a BOOM, an order over the building's loudspeaker to evacuate, and then a good old haul-ass down the sidewalk while being chased by a giant cloud of smoke and debris. That, my friends, is SO not OK.

Have a great week and catch up with y'all soon.

Do You Want Fries With That?

Question for all you out there: do you ever wonder what important things you could be learning and absorbing if it wasn't for the fact that your brain is chock full of other things? My brain is full of complete nonsense - things I've learned from Us Weekly, Entertainment Tonight and Page Six. While I think I'm a relatively intelligent person, my brain just seems to like this kind of information better than say, the square root of pi. This was highlighted by a recent viewing of VH1's "The World Series of Pop Culture". There I was, home on the couch, YELLING at the contestant who didn't know the answer to "who lost her friendship with Heather Locklear by hooking up with Richie Sambora?" This seemingly normal guy didn't have a clue. I kept yelling "Denise Richards" at him until he relented, passing the question to his competitor, who was female, and obviously knew the answer. The troubling thing is that she was A DOCTOR. I have time to know this kind of stuff, but a neurologist? Isn't she supposed to be solving brain issues like mine instead of peering in there and siphoning off the top? Granted, most of the teams are way smarter than me when it comes to the world of trivia, but I think I could at least hold my own with good back-up. For instance, on a team with Michelle Kudesh and Mark Davis? We'd be world champions. Michelle taking 80's TV, Mark taking 70's TV, and me taking 90's boy bands. Can anyone say, "I'll take 90's boy bands for $300, Alex?"

On another note, the weekend is here again, thank god. In my new tradition of recommending good music, I saw last night what had to be one of the top 5 live acts I've ever seen. This was courtesy of Trombone Shorty and his band - Trombone Shorty is about 21 years old, a cross between Jay-Z and Andre 3000, and the sickest jazz trombonist ever. Anyone that can play AC/DC's "Back in Black" on the trombone and make it sound that good has a fan in me for life. If he comes to your town, try and check him out. If he doesn't, make the trip to New Orleans and see him in his home town.

I'm so horrified......

So I should pat myself on the back for doing such a nice job updating my blog, if you even want to call it that. Is it possible that I haven't posted anything since January?? All that means is that things that I should've put down in writing have just been spewing from my mouth and most likely torturing or boring my friends and family. (or both most likely)

With that said, I'm going to try to be better about posting on a more regular basis. While few people even know I have a blog, I should at least try to keep my few fans entertained. I'm even thinking of buying a digital camera so I can post pictures! Don't hold your breath on that one considering I have a disposable camera sitting on my side table that's at least 2 years old. What I will try to do is keep you updated on what I'm up to since I can't believe that my life is as boring as I make it out to be. I'll let you be the judge.

I'm off to Vermont tomorrow for the weekend to see my good friend, Michelle, who has a house up there. Her friend Hillary is going with me and I'm looking forward to some MTV behind-the-scenes info since she's counsel for them. Hopefully the weather will be good for some shopping, hiking, and wine drinking. I'll have more to say on that next week.

Yesterday, on our nation's birthday, I decided to partake in a free concert being held in Battery Park by one of my favorite bands of late, The New Pornographers. Had it not been for the rain showers, the day would've been perfect. My work colleague, Henry, had gotten there early and grabbed a prime piece of real estate so that when Maria and I showed up, all we had to do was plop our butts down. The opening band, Midlake, was a bit of a snooze-fest but the Canadians had everyone rocking. I'm looking forward to their new album so stay tuned.

That's all for now. Thanks for your patience and I'll be in touch soon.