What a weekend!
Saturday morning, the ever-fabulous MK from popbytes organized another one of his killer blogger brunches at Kate Mantilini (aka Kate Mantil-yummy!) in Bev Hills. It’s always so much fun to hang out with the rest of the gossip blogger community. If you’re a gossip blogger in the LA area, and you’re not on his invite list, drop me a line and I’ll make sure you’re included next time.
Then it was off to San Diego, to hang out with my little sister (the one who researches phytoplankton at Scripps and wishes I would change my last name so that she didn’t have to be associated with what I do for a living … we are very different people) and my friend Courtney (whose roommates told me they love The Beet, so a shout out to Pam, Livia and Lexie!). We all went out to a club in Pacific Beach with some of Courtney’s friends, and the night was a stunning success, as I ended up making out with a super hot Marine who had a tattoo of “Venni Vitti Vicci” misspelled across his chest. I was like, “Um, is that the correct Latin spelling for that?” and he was like “Yes.” And then his buddies bust up laughing, and they’re like, “No, dude, it’s not. We never had the heart to tell you. But since she brought it up…”
The correct Latin spelling for Julius Caesar’s famous “I came, I saw, I conquered” is “Veni, vidi, vici.” So he was wrong on like 8 different levels. Honestly, people, run this stuff by a professional before you get it tattooed on your body. But whatever. I didn’t exactly need him to translate The Aeneid for me, if you know what I mean. ;)
On Sunday we recovered, then went to dinner with some cousins, and then traffic on the 5 sucked coming north, so I just now got home. So I apologize that posting’s been nonexistent this weekend. I needed a couple days off.
Anyway, here are some pics of ANTM winner Caridee English hosting at SET in Miami on Friday night. She brought along her boyfriend, who is considerably less attractive than she is. But the real question is … which one of them is drunker? It’s anyone’s guess …
So Samaire Armstrong, some nobody who did a few episodes of The O.C. and is now on the most-hyped show that no one’s watching, Dirty Sexy Money, decided to go to some outpatient center for some of her bullshit and decided to have her rep issue a statement about it.
“Samaire Armstrong decided to enter an outpatient facility to deal with some personal issues in a therapeutic atmosphere and is doing very well. She continues to work on her show and will be completing her treatment in a matter of weeks.”
Apparently she missed a week or so of shooting on DSM while in rehab, so she’ll be out for an episode. “She stumbled a bit, but she’s back on set,” says a source on the show.
So clearly this happened at least a week or two ago. Why issue the statement today?
Here’s the answer.
It’s a slow news day. Perfect opportunity for a nobody to get some publicity for a rehab stint.
There you have it folks: When life hands you lemons, issue a press release.
How old is he at this point? 58?* How is this dude still all pizza-faced?
It’s a pity that Jessica Simpson just renewed her contract with ProActiv, because they need to get their little Stanford M.D. hands on this smarty-pants.
Remember when he was in Reality Bites? How awesome was that movie? “I am not acting like anything. I am calmly reading.” I’m getting deja vu. Have I talked about this before?
Yup, I have.
Anyway, that movie was cool. Except when Ethan Hawke was kissing Winona Ryder he basically ate her face. I remember watching that at age 12 and being like, “Oh my God, that cannot be what kissing is supposed to be like.”
At the premiere of Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead in NYC.
That’s all I have to say.
As Fall Out Boy plays live.
I learned two things from watching this video:
1) Ashlee Simpson sucks at moshing.
2) Fall Out Boy kinda sucks live.
I know he has a girlfriend and all, but I kind of wish I were British royalty so I could have a shot at him.
I used to be a big Wills fan — and I guess I still am — but Harry is just growing into such an adorable man. Plus you can marry Harry without all the pressure of having to be the Queen of England one day.
Brit-Brit bailed on the auditions for her dancers yesterday, when she showed up five hours late for her court date to try to get overnight visits with her kids.
Then she bailed on them again today. She was supposed to be there at 9 am, but she canceled at 11 am, via text message.
Once again, Brit was out all night last night partying.