No more plastic cups

I live in Astoria but we didn't have any power outages, thank the good lord. Well, our cable went out at about midnight. But Dog the Bounty Hunter was already over so I was cool with that. (Honestly, I have the oddest white trash crush on his son Leland. He's oddly endearing with his little head and giant arms.)

The most interesting part of the night for me was when the umpire at the Yankee game called a rain delay on the last out of the 9th inning of a tied game. Um, can you stick it out for like one more minute and see if someone wins? The Yankees won after a 2-hour delay and 11 innnings. I was probably sleeping and simultaneously getting eaten alive by mosquitos at that very moment so I missed it.

Did you guys hear that Dave Navarro and Carmen Electra are getting divorced? Isn't that sad? Didn't you think that their freak asses were in it for the long haul? My dad and I were just discussing him yesterday because we were talking about that show Rock Star on CBS where like three washed up rock stars and Dave Navarro decide who will get to be in a band that doesn't yet exist. My dad said that Dave Navarro was the only person on the panel that he respected, a comment I found extremely strange. But my dad has a personal history with one of the other people on the panel so I can see why he would have more respect for Dave Navarro than the others. If you want me to tell you about it, let me know. I'm sure it wouldn't be appropriate to write about here. I kind of like Tommy Lee myself. He's like a big doofy kid. A big doofy kid with a 12-inch penis. A big doofy kid with a 12-inch penis and a drinking problem.

Hey, speaking of Tommy Lee's penis, did you also hear that Pam Anderson and Kid Rock are getting married? Wasn't this same story on the news in 2003? I could have sworn they were engaged a couple of times before.

The only other interesting tidbit of the day is the bar that my sorority sisters and I used to hang out at college is closing. (Close your mouths, yes, I was in a sorority. It's not that surprising.) On the website, I found pictures of my sorority sisters from back in the day, drunk and bleary-eyed with plastic cups of beer in their sights. Remember how simple things were in college, when you drudged throught the week just waiting for happy hour, $5 for all the beer you could drink before you lost your plastic cup and had to pay $5 for a new one. It's so different now. Actually, sadly, it isn't. Other than the fact that most of my drinks come in real glasses now, not much as changed. Happy hour is often still my onnly reason for waking up on Fridays.