Remember how I told you guys vodka gets me all wired? I went out last night -- to a book party for a new book called Covergirl: Confessions of a Flawed Hedonist, which looks super cool -- and there was an open bar, which I took full advantage of and still I managed to wake up at 5:30 am. With ANOTHER EYE INFECTION,just byyyyyyy the way! Why are my eyes so pissed off at me? Second eye infection in like three weeks.
The book looks awesome -- it was written by Maura Moynihan, who used to hang out with Andy Warhol and apparently spends most of the year in Kathmandu. Those two clauses are unrelated but don't they sound funny together? (Truthfully, they probably don't sound funny at all but I am awake at an ungodly hour, I have been watching bad morning TV for the last two hours and my perception is a tad off. Mea culpa.) In actuality she has spent the last few years fighting genocide in Tibet. She's also Daniel Patrick Moynihan's daughter which, to a native New Yorker like myself, kind of makes her like royalty. She's also very sweet and friendly. I think she literally thanked every person who came to her party.
I am very embarassed to admit that I did not know that Nazareth had been bombed, which happened last Wednesday, until like three days after it happened. I also only heard about the UN observers being killed in Israel yesterday and that happened on Tuesday. BUT I did know that Lance Bass came out like the MINUTE it happened -- actually I knew that little tidbit already because someone I know saw him with an unnamed boy at a party in L.A. a few weeks ago -- and I knew about President Bush feeling up the German chancellor. I knew that last bit because Jon Stewart told me. And I pay attention when Jon Stewart talks because he is conceivably the coolest man alive and, let's face it, he's cute as a button. My point in telling you this is that apparently I have become a vapid asshole and I think I need help. I have become the kind of person who is paying more attention to Perez Hilton than to Anderson Cooper and I am smart enough to know that THIS BEHAVIOR MUST STOP. I'll work on it and report back to you on my progress.
The Yankees swept the Texas Rangers. YAY! I don't have anything else to say about that. YAY!
Oh my God, did you guys hear that Beyonce fans are circulating a petition to get her to reshoot the "Deja Vu" video? Could you die? (Yes, yes, I realize that by writing about this I have not progressed very far in my quest to become less vapid. Get off my back, it's a process.) It is a ridiculous video. At various points throughout she is standing next to what looks like a swampy pond, wading through a field of high grass and running through the woods, all the while wearing couture gowns. 'Nuff said. She's weird. But I love Jay-Z. Have any of you ever carefully listened to the lyrics to "Dirt Off Your Shoulder"? He's one funny mutha.
I don't have much else to tell you this morning. I am developing a headache and I have to methodically retrace my steps and figure out if I did anything embarassing last night. Or inadvertently insulted someone. Someone spilled red wine on my Donna Karan blouse but I don't think I reciprocated or anything. I think I was fairly pleasant and adorable last night actually. Thank God for vodka.
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