Three wishes and Vincent Gallo

Did another tornado hit New Jersey? Let me check... yep, it did. Isn't that weird? Every time one of these weird weather things happen I think the world might be ending and I start to panic. Then I watch this video of the sleepy kitten and I feel a little better.

I went out last night to FuelRay, where the cool NYU kids go. Slowest waitresses in New York. I wouldn't have chosen it but it was a friend of a friend's birthday party. Nice people. At some point the conversation filtered to what we would do if we won the $1000 a Week for Life game. The girl sitting next to me wants to be a yoga instructor. I want to be Jessica Alba but I think that will only happen if I win the ever illusive Three Wishes from a Genie game. (The other two wishes would probably involve being able to fly and the New York Yankees winning the World Series every year.)

Remember how I said that I would try to be less vapid about the news items that I choose to read and regurgitate here? Okay, I promise to do that... after I tell you about this little nifty item I read in the Post this morning. Lindsay Lohan got busted. I love that! I don't know why. She is powerful and beautiful and all of like 13 years old and I am feeling a little bitter about people like her lately. So sue me. I did really like Mean Girls though.

Katherine went to an interesting event Thursday night. (On a side note, she was hungover from hanging out with ME the night before so she was a virtual mess on Friday and wore her boyfriend's shirt to work. I love Katherine but she knows I am insanely jealous of her consistent cuteness. Yes, Winona, I love you but it's true. So I was happy to see that hangovers affect even her.)

Anyhoo, the event she went to was too funny for words. The Cocky Awards. The best part is that her friend Oliver WON in his category. And I think he beat Vincent Gallo doing it. Mr. Gallo didn't show up. He was probably busy making out with some 18-year old model -- details to be found here-- or making up new excuses to insult Anthony Kiedis. (If anyone would like a story about VG and a friend of a friend of mine I'll tell you in person. I don't want to write about it here and possibly get sued. So instead what I will write here is that I loved Buffalo 66.)

My favorite PAPER Magazine editor and all-around cutie pie in glittery mocassins Mickey Boardman, was the host. I'm kind of sorry I missed it. Maybe if I had cockier friends I would have been invited. Mickey was a guest at my friend Diane's wedding last year. He's just adorable.

So I'm going to my friend Mike's birthday party at Mr. Dennehey's if anyone wants to come meet me. If I have to work my way through a crowd of snotty college kids again tonight I might get cranky. But Mike and his wife, Jade (who I've known since college) normally live in Florida so it's kind of exciting that they're here. I'll try starting that "what would you do if you didn't have to work anymore" conversation there and see how it goes.