You go, and go, and go out here until you don’t even know what day it is. I was supposed to go the film critics awards show tonight, big time Hollywood parties and the whole bit, but my interviews ran late and I couldn’t get there in time. I ended up hanging here and go to the Sci-Fi party. It was fun.
Rosemary will be jealous because I saw Six or seven or nine, whatever her name is from BSG. She was really pretty, which is a good thing because she’s in Playboy this month. I also met one of my heroes, Jaclyn Smith. She’s still so beautiful, classy and kind. She’s doing one of bravo’s new shows something to do with hair. I can’t remember the name.
The gang from painkiller jane was here. Kristanna Loken is the friendliest chick in the room, but the show looks promising. Let’s see Queen Latifah and Jamie Foxx were here. Oh, and Jim Broadbent. I love him. I’m sure I’m forgetting someone terribly famous, but my brain is really tired. There’s another party at 10 that I totally forgot about for IFC. I feel like a jerk because I told them I’d be there but I’m already in my PJ’s with no makeup.
Two nights in a row dinner has been appetizers. Not really a good idea. The problem is, you sort of forget how many you’ve eaten until you get that pukey feeling. ;-)
Today’s question is very silly. What appetizer do you like best? Mine is a three way tie between stuffed mushrooms, boiled shrimp and spinach artichoke dip. So what do you guys like before the big meal?
Oh, and I forgot. Robert Wagner sang to me in an elevator. Candy… something, something Candy… His manager was there and Tom from AMC. It was so cool. I might feel special for a couple of days after that one. he’s still handsome. :-)
Oh, and tomorrow night we have a private concert with Sting. Isn’t that cool? Did I already tell you that? It’s been so crazy I can’t remember.