You watched it. You know you did. And have you ever seen anything more contrived and ridiculous? Seriously - all those women with pink Jes hair? Yeesh - the unreality of Reality TV. The tried and true "keep the crazy person around til the final three" formula gets 'em every time. I'm working super hard on getting Bret Michaels to do The LP Questionnaire, therefore I don't want to be too, err, snarky so I'll keep my thoughts short:
1. Lacey's performance can hardly be classified as music. Or performance, for that matter.
2. Heather looked pretty good. She should rock the blowout and the modest makeup more often. Oh, and the "Bret Sucks" tattoo, as well.
3. Hilarious that the show ended with Heather and Jes hugging while Bret stood alone on stage with whoever that tool of a host was who kept asking the girls to make out.
They need to coin a new word to describe the tired I am at the moment (oh youth, why have you left me?!) T and I got back from K-Town a while ago where we had some tofu hot pots and bi bim bap at Beverly Soon Tofu. The very sweet owner of the restaurant gave me three spoons, and I only wanted one! I have a vast collection of spoons (really - our utensil drawer is overflowing). I used to steal them (and still occasionally do) but now I try to be honest and ask. Anyway, the proprietor explained the difference in spoon shapes in Korea and gave me a couple more with different designs.
Pop culture pundits are bashing Britney on Vh-1 now. Or something. I remember when I saw a much younger Brit (we were at the same restaurant, the name of which escapes me but it was a total Entourage type place) and was surprised that she was actually pretty and seemed sweet. It really blows my mind that this girl has NO ONE in her life to help set her straight - or at least try. Someone needs to sweep her off to the North Pole or something... She can make toys in Santa's workshop and learn many valuable life lessons. Hey, that sounds like a Christmas blockbuster to me! Or at least a really good reality show. Some elf eliminations to create drama, maybe? Santa picks a husband for her?
Speaking of Entourage, we ate breakfast, by chance, at a restaurant the show made popular, Toast on 3rd st. I wish Vincent et al had avoided because the food was hardly worthy of Aquaman.
Indian food, Ryan Pickett, Dave Kissner, Beverly Hills, and Bergamot Station are all on tap for tomorrow.
Omg, I'm rambling. Omg, I just used the abbreviation for "Oh my God".
Toodles kids,
Ms. P
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