Oh man. Why must we have Mondays? I wanna shoo-oooooo-ooo-ooo-oooot this whole day down, peeps.Several of my brain cells died this weekend, and nothing interesting is going on in Tinseltown. Either that or I've suddenly become extremely hard to amuse. Whatever the case may be, I've got nothing. So, keep an eye out for the caption contest. I may have to post that later today.
In non-entertainment news, I met up with the lovely Candy (of Daily Dandy fame) on Saturday, who was visiting one of her gal pals in New York. It was just like hanging out with an old friend - she was devoon and her BFFs were awesome too. I felt a little bad letting Candy down though. She was under the impression that I was kind of a big deal in the blogging world and that - get this - I had actually met Sir Glambert. (It's all her fault that I had several dreams about him this weekend. Bless her heart.) I guess this proves that while I'm not Ms. Bloggy Bigstuff, I am a Photoshopping genius.
I'm really glad that Candy and her gang were late to meet me, because I thought I would have to spend the first 20 minutes of the evening trying to defend my own tardiness. (In case you don't know this about me, I am NEVER on time.) Luckily, we all got there at the same time and I didn't have to fess up with the real reason I was late. I suppose I can tell you all now, though. Can't Buy Me Love was on TV, and I couldn't turn it off.
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As for the football season, I posess season tix for Tommy and the boys too, so whatever floats your boat.
I soooo enjoyed it! Thanks again!
Great guilty pleasure flick.
I had to learn to be later to everything because it's so uncool to be on time.
Glad you had a good time.