Is it really too much ask, that before I die, I'd like to spend the holidays with David Sedaris and his sister, Amy? Really? I don't think it should be that difficile for someone to arrange this for me. I could listen to him for hours. Days, even.
That being said, here's David Sedaris on Jimmy Kimmel, discussing the sound of failure, amongst some other gems...
And how darling is this??
Okay, I do have a David Sedaris story. Stephen, Patrick and I went to see him do a reading at Benaroya Hall in Seattle. (Which is usually pronounced "Beeny Royal Hall" 'round these parts.) So. We're waiting in the gorgeous lobby and spot that little (alleged!) a-hole Mike Myers. Yeah, Wayne Campbell, Austin Powers, blah blah blah. I was a little excited about it, then we took our seats. Patrick got up to pee after awhile and came back with Mike's autograph, apparently chatting it up with him in the Boy's Room. Patrick told Mike that he brought his "mentally challenged sister, Julia to see David and would he please write a personal note?" Patrick tells me this entire story during the intermission, my mouth agape, and hands me a note that says, "Keep Smiling, Julia! Love, Mike Myers". I could not believe Patrick went to the crazy-ass trouble to make up such a story--but I did believe it--hook, line and bloody sinker.
Patrick's a mean, mean, funny-mean lying little queer. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
I think I may have given my BFF Patrick a case of the temporary (?) deafness in one ear this morning, since I screamed like a girl when I heard the news that Silver Fox, Dr. Drew Pinksy is getting his own one-hour show on HLN starting in the Spring of 2011. Yeah...imagine a 13 year-old girl hearing that Justin Bieber is getting his own nightly TV show; just like that. Ears. Pierced. FREE.
"I am thrilled to join HLN and I have no doubt that the natural fit I feel at the network will provide the opportunity to explore the stories behind the story and really explain the choices that people make," Pinsky said the announcement.
"Dr. Drew informs and inspires audiences on subjects that matter most to them and their families, and he is an ideal fit for the HLN network," Safon said. "Whether the topics are in the news or simply in the daily lives of our audience, Dr. Drew will shed light, provide crucial information and give viewers something to talk--and think--about."
FINALLY. I don't have to sit through Z-Listers and their cray-cray addictions on Celebrity Rehab just to see Dr. Drew for a few minutes. I don't have to--but y'all know I WILL!!
Today's Song of the Day is dedicated to the love of a queer and his hag. You all know who you are...
BFF's for bloody-EVER.
Oh dear. Where to begin? I know, how 'bout if I hop on my Huffy bike and start back-pedaling?
I don't want to give away any big details from the movie, because I know it's going into wide release today and a lot of y'all are probably going to see it this weekend.
I will say this: I didn't hate Sex and the City 2. I didn't adore it, either. The film is rather like looking through a lovely, glossy vacation magazine, but with clothing and food featured as well as the stunning accommodations and landscape of your destination, and who doesn't enjoy that once in awhile? I think the majority of reviewers (Rex Reed? I'm talking to YOU!) are not taking SATC2 for what it is: Nice, fluffy cotton candy, with issues that a lot of women understand, but just on a lower income level. (See Celebrity Smack's very on-point piece calling out "Miss" Reed. Spicypants NAILED it, and Rex's review was just showing his jealous "True Colors". It's a great read.)
I do admit, though, bits and pieces of each of "the girls' " story-lines were relatable (to me, anyway). Of course, in order to fully relate, I would need to be sporting a vintage Valentino skirt, 5" Louboutins, have a book review in The New Yorker, a breathtaking 12th floor apartment in Manhattan, a body that a bevy of international soccer players could love, and a law degree. But still.
The cinematography of the desert (where Abu Dhabi is played by Morocco) is gorgeous. The clothing is gorgeous. The food is gorgeous. The men are gorgeous. My problem is with the one-liner zinger dialogue. I don't enjoy the cornballiness, if you will, of the script. As I mentioned previously, the "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"-line about did me in, and there were other bits of dialogue that caused me to do my infamous Full Body Eyeroll, but all in all, it was a watchable escape. And sometimes, that's all a movie should be...just think of your popcorn as created by Christian Dior and your MilkDuds designed lovingly by Manolo Blahnik--then mix it all together.
Prior to our VIP screening at the awesome Pacific Place Theaters in Seattle, provided by Phil Smart Mercedes, Patrick and I had to have the obligatory Cosmopolitans...and I only had one. For REALS.
All in all, it was a fun, fluffy time.
Mama's sick. Big. It started Saturday morning, when we were in San Francisco. I've been barfing and have pain in my ears and sinuses. I think my whole head is one giant infection. Bleh. And I do not have a writing staff who can fill in for me, so please forgive the lack of posts.
Most of you know about our dear boxer, James. For those of you who may not have heard, our boy's cornea was severely lacerated while he was at doggy daycare about 10 days ago. He had surgery to repair the cornea, but it just didn't work. He had his left eye removed one week ago today. There are so many blessings we have to count during this whole ordeal. Number ONE is that our darling PATRICK took loving care of James the entire time we were out of town. If Patrick hadn't been so incredibly mindful of James, we might have lost him. He noticed immediately that James's eye was beginning to swell after his initial surgery and took him back to the veterinary eye specialist; who in turn spoke with us about James having a severe infection. His eye needed to be removed, or else the infection would spread to his brain and would have ultimately been deadly. The eye-removal surgery saved his life.
We came home yesterday to a wonderfully happy and healthy one-eyed boxer, who is adjusting quite well to his new situation. Stephen and I simply cannot express our love and gratitude for Patrick and his devotion to James while we were gone. There really aren't enough words to express how we feel. For Patrick to have the enormous undertaking of caring for someone else's pup during such a shocking time really says so much about the kind of man he is. Not many people would be able -- nor would they want to be bothered with -- dealing with this sort of a crisis.
James had a very brief, but successful modeling career, as you can see with his appearance in this month's CityDog Magazine. His cute sweater is by www.olivegreendog.com -- darling, huh?
If it's even possible, we love James--and PATRICK--more than ever...