Well, I think it is safe to say that given it has been more than a week between posts, I’m as on it as TMZ! But since I am essentially just talking to myself right now, my guilt isn't exactly keeping me up at night (unlike my job, that is.)
And on that note, I wanted to update my loyal readers (all 3 of you) on what was supposed to be my second date with Miss Pamela. It's true, I loved her so much after our first meeting I felt the need to stalk her again - and just my luck, she was "expected" (there is a reason PR peeps use that word) to be at Mansion for bestie (or is it boyfriend?) Richie Rich’s fashion show. This may be as good a time as ever to admit that up until my first run-in with the “couple” during the Super Bowl, I had absolutely no idea who Richie Rich was. But, thank god for him because he was there to mend my broken heart after Pamela decided to leave her and her large boobies at home. Yep, that’s right – I was stood up like a cheap prom date…leaving me with an Axe flip cam and a sad face. I mean, my editor even had to run the same picture with my new story (subtext: You’re a loser, Liz).
Still, before I went home to grab the Ben & Jerry’s and vow to never again practice the Baywatch beach run in my red one piece, I did catch up with Richie who talked on and on about his muse. So, for him, I managed to grin and bare it while Mansion-goers bumped and grinded into me and the smoke machine practically blinded me (hey, I may be a nightlife writer, but I’m also not 23 anymore – and for those of you who don’t know Mansion - all I can say is, picture the biggest/craziest nightclub you have ever been to, then double it).
I'm glad I did, because Richie Rich’s new line “Tabloid Hero," which showcases celeb faces on the duds, still shone its way through the smoke screens. And admittedly, the line was actually pretty fun and a cool way to give a shout out to all the celebs who have been plastered (and blasted) across headlines nationwide (cue awkward silence while regarding I am that media).
Pam, if you are reading this (and I do count you as one of my three readers), I forgive you for standing me up. And, although your boyfriend Richie Rich kind of looks like he needs a few cheeseburgers and a day at the beach pronto – I see why you keep him around. He definitely saved your ass from a bad headline!
