Project Runway

Did all you peeps watch the season premiere of Project Runway last night? Apparently the show is being sponsored by K-Y Jelly and should be renamed Project Anal Leakage...because it was the gayest show ever! The guys from Queer Eye are beaver sniffin in comparison. And honey, it was heaven! Let's first discuss Ms. Tim Gunn. At the opening introduction in Bryant Park, Ms. Old Lady was lookin a hot mess! His makeup was running, he was sweaty, his head was getting sun burnt...Maybe he should revisit his Guide to Style and do some self help work. Veronica Webb would have a field day with him.

Ms. Heidi looked amazing per usual and was completely over the top. There's nothing more to say about her - xoxo gossip girl. And how about this cast of zany characters? Everyone is a total wack job with matching wack weaves...and it's lovely. I think all their designs last night were pretty mediocre. Your thoughts?

Schmooze and Booze 2007

Well, I am officially an older weave than the year before. My birthday came and went on Tuesday like a hot flash in my menopausal life. Is it hot in here? No, it's my hormones going crazy. That's hot.

I had a lovely dinner at Koi with the ladies then headed to the subterranean Cellar Bar for my bash. Thanks to all you lovely, gorgeous people who came to schmooze and booze with the finest New York City has to offer. You were all dressed magnificently and it's much appreciated!

Hungry like the wolf

Monday night, Ms. Karen and I had a tasty dinner at Ruby Foo's before we headed to Roseland for the main event. Because of the Broadway stagehand strike, Duran Duran's Broadway stint was moved to stinky Roseland Ballroom but the show was still wonderful. That Simon LeBon can still high kick like a Rockette in heat! Work it! John Taylor looked a bit frail and pale, but he sure can still work a bass. And Ms. Nick Rhodes...well...homegirl should wear less makeup. He looks a bit like Patty Chase from My So-Called Life.

Thursday night was a delightful evening at MTVU's Woodie Awards. Ms. Ethrina and I had a tasty dinner at Saigon 48, where Ms. Christine met us, then we rolled to Roseland for the big event. Loads of indieness and endless Grey Goose sodas had this weave dancing in circles. After the show, we hopped to the after party at Spotlight Live and danced the night away. I had the misfortune of tripping over someone's misplaced bag on the floor and landed directly on my knees (Insert your own pervy joke here). I was a bit sore (Insert your second pervy joke here) and in the morning, looked down, and my entire right knee was black and blue. SO Nancy Kerrigan chic! Give me the silver, honey!

Saturday, I had a gorgeous dinner at Japonais with Ms. Mercedes then zipped up to Ms. Berna's apartment for her soiree. Party on, ladies! 100 glasses of white wine later and I was groovin the night away. Loves!

The Hills

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Wanna hump?

Don't you love the Hump? Let's hump! It's hump day! We're half way there! Ummm...

Monday night, I had a tasty dinner with Ms. Kelly at Blue Fin before going home and accidentally passing out until 12:30AM. This daylight savings business has really got my weave up in knots and I have no damn clue what's happening. Last night, I went to scout a venue for my imminent Schmooze and Booze event next week. The ladies accompanied me to the Cellar Bar and it was perfection. Holla at some banker boys and cute fashion girls. Loves it. Then we zipped downtown for a dinner at Los Dos Molinos before I went home to devour another episode of My So-Called Life, recently out on box set. Heaven!

Lately, my weave has been working harder than a tranny hooker's man made vajayjay in New Jersey. And I'm tired and sore! Let's see...Ms. Nicola and I had a superb power lunch at Koi on Thursday where we worked our hair pieces over some raw fish finery. Friday, I had a work lunch at Landmarc at the Time Warner Center where our waiter somewhat resembled some blond douchebag from The Real World...or Road Rules...or some fucking Gauntlet. I can't remember. I had the displeasure of working all damn weekend so you can only imagine how raggedly I look at this point. The one glimmer of loveliness was a tasty dinner with Ms. Grace at Bar Martignetti in Nolita on Saturday. Afterwards, we strolled over to Gatsby's for Ms. Jessica's birthday celebration. Happy birthday, girlfriend! The music was poppin with all our favorite Top 40 hits and we paid proper homage.

And now it's Monday.