So living in LA and working in entertainment, I hear about and witness a great deal of celebrity scoop. 90% of the time I can’t post because it’s job related somehow. This one is not. And it’s juicy.
My friend was in the nail salon, and a girl came in and just unloaded on her. She clearly needed someone to talk to, so verbal diarrhea it was. Her story went a little something like this:
She married her college sweetheart, but they just finalized their divorce. Which is convenient, because her ex-husband just got engaged to another girl, who happens to have a crazy father. Crazy father put a little bit of pressure on the ex-husband to propose. The ex-husband is psyched because he doesn’t really have a job, and he’s pretty much hitting the jackpot. Back to our girl in the nail salon—she’s having a particularly hard time with the engagement. Why? Because she is still sleeping with her ex-husband. They text, they see each other, they bone. All the time. My friend sensed something was suspicious about the new girl, so she asked for more details. Nail salon girl said her ex told her his new girl is super kinky and crazy. (He’s really a winner, huh?) But more importantly, Nail salon girl said, “I guess you could call her an actress.” My friend asked, “Someone I know?” Nail salon girl said, “I mean it’s _______ ________.”
For those of you who asked and messaged me, thanks for caring about my little man.
Bruley is 26 pounds. Breed standard is 18-28. He’s on such a monitored diet since he’s allergic to chicken, corn, eggs, lamb, and soy. It’s not like I let him have whatever he wants, whenever. I know better, I swear! He also gets plenty of exercise. He makes it up and down Runyon every weekend, which is pretty impressive for a bulldog.
I’m realizing, it’s my MOM. Ever since I brought him home, she treats him like a human grandchild and spoils him ROTTEN. She says he looks hungry all the time and can’t resist his big brown eyes. And get this, she feeds him TOAST in the mornings work up his appetite. Whole wheat toast, but STILL.
So the real problem lies with her. She gets it now. She’s a cardiologist’s wife who gave my dog a mini heart murmur by feeding him too much. She’s mortified and feels badly. Did I mention she is a dietitian? Oh the irony.
What I'm doing tonight and what you should be doing if you are in LA!
My friend, Morgan Karr, is playing a show tonight. He’s amazing and ridiculously talented. I just saw him in NYC last month, and I’m so pumped he’s here in LA. He was in Spring Awakening on Broadway(!), and his friend/old castmate, Glee’s Jenna Ushkowitz will be joining him. It’s bound to be an awesome show.
For those of you not in Los Angeles, you can still enjoy his music!
Here is Morgan WINNING Amateur night at the Apollo.
And here is an amazing mash-up of Hey Soul Sister and Sunday Morning. I saw this performance live in NYC!
And lastly, here is an original song which I can’t stop listening to since I saw him perform it.
I’m so proud of him. A little back story: my friend, Becky, had just returned from Israel. She called me and said, “I met a man for you!” I said, “Uhh, thanks, Bec, but I have a boyfriend.” She said, “No, no. He’s gay. And he’s from the south. And he was on Broadway.” She then sent me a clip of him singing, and it was love at first sight. You see, sometimes I think I am truly a gay Southern man who should be on Broadway. It just so happened he was performing at Joe’s Pub the weekend I was in NYC, and I was done for. Morgan and I have since become friends, obviously, and I want the world to know how talented he is. And although I’ve only known him a short while, he’s just a GOOD guy. The kinda guy you want to turn Nashville and the music industry upside down. He’s so so so great onstage and off. So come on down if you can!
It’s really hard to go out and meet people when you’re really just a homebody at heart. I want to stay home, watch movies, and drink wine. Being single for the first time in almost seven (!) years totally blows.
While discussing someone from one of our past’s recent surprise engagement post on facebook, our conversation went like this:
ME: Did you see the pics?
Kara: OMG You must be kidding me. She’s disgusting.
ME: I know right, she must be preggo.
Kara: Woof. And literally, who wears white eye glitter in 2010?
ME: I also think she looks way older.
Kara: I also was just thinking that. Wowza. She’s gotta be preg. She must have been a drunk mistake that lasted too long, and now she’s having his love child. Bleh.
Kara always knows how to make me laugh. I wish I could post the pictures, but clearly THAT wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m sure she’s a lovely person, and I wish them nothing but the best. Mmm…no I don’t. But that’s why this is MY blog, biotch.
Recently, I’ve received a few questions inquiring about what I do, where I work, and how I know Chris Lambton. You can read my “about me” section, but I’m happy to go into some more detail! Here goes nothing:
I work in reality TV. Specifically, I worked on Wife Swap for 4 years. I started out in casting, but I made the jump to coordinator for the last few years I was with the show.
When I moved back to LA, I started working at ABC, in Alt. Series, which is a fancy way of saying reality. My department handles all reality shows, including specials, like the CMA’s. I’d give anything to be in Nashville right now, but it just didn’t work out this year. I’m living vicariously through coworkers sending me texts with backstage gossip…nothing scandalous…just fun stuff like Gwenyth is gonna be amazing! I’m watching like everyone else…well, not quite like everyone else I suppose. I’m lucky enough to watch the East Coast feed from work, but tonight I’ll watch again from home! With a glass of wine.
As for Chris Lambton, The Bach/ette/pad happens to be the series I work closest to. And yes, he’s just as cute in person. But Brad is gonna rock as the next bach, I promise!
I love what I do. Every so often I remind myself how lucky I am. I started out as a fan, and I still am a fan. I have a TV at my desk, and more often than not, I get to watch early cuts of stuff. Which is great, but like anything, work is work. Sometimes I just want to tune it all out! My brain goes on reality/pop culture overload, and I need to escape. Which is another reason I love tumblr!
Hope that clears some stuff up! Anymore questions, feel free to ask!
Recently, Emily over at emphasisadded posted an amazing “How-To” of running. Let me just tell you, I am NOT A runner. I hate running in fact. The treadmill seems like a torture device to me. I don’t even like it when Caesar puts obese dogs on the treadmill. I cringe. I mean, I purposefully bought a dog known to be a couch potato. (And yes, Bruley lives up to the Frenchie reputation). However, my tummy/ass/thighs aren’t getting any younger/smaller. And my mom is a dietitian. And my dad is a cardiologist. I know how important working out is, especially cardio. So I’m giving running another shot. I know it’s possible I might love running eventually, though I doubt it. But I can learn to like it…right? Maybe we’ll go with “tolerate.” Goal of the month: learn to tolerate running.
So with that disclaimer, I took Emily’s advice and picked 3 songs. I strapped on my running shoes and my Ipod, and headed out the door. And here’s what I was listening to:
A Little Bit Stronger by Sara Evans
Inspiring Lyric: It doesn’t happen overnight/ But you turn around and a month’s gone by and you realize you haven’t cried/I’m not giving you an hour, or a second, or another minute longer/ I’m busy getting stronger.
Reason: This song comes from the Country Strong soundtrack, which I scored free at work. I popped it in, and suddenly Sara’s words spoke to me. I’m going through a breakup which I haven’t talked about yet (just not ready). But this song just speaks to me, and it totally applies to my mental AND physical state right now.
Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine
Inspiring Lyrics: Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father /Run for your children, all your sisters and brothers! Reason: This song just makes me smile. It reminds me of the Eat, Pray, Love trailer, and suddenly I’m thinking about Italy, or maybe Bali. And then I’m thinking about Javier Bardem. And then I’m thinking about being in a place like Bali with my own Javier Bardem. And then I hear her telling me to run fast. And I do! I pick it up a bit. And before I know it, the song is over, and I only have one song to go.
Suspicious Minds by Elvis Presley
Inspiring Lyric:We’re caught in a trap/I can’t walk out
Reason: I purposefully put this song last in the set. This happens to be the song Edison Pena, the Chilean Miner, sang on Letterman. It was also the song he listened to while running his daily 6 mile trek in the mine. I can’t fathom what it would have been like to been in the mine. But then to decide you were going to “beat” the mine, and that you were stronger than the mine, and you were going to get out of that fucking mine, and you were going to do it all by running through her cavernous tunnels in pitch black in 90 degree heat…I have no words. If he can do it, I can easily run 3 songs worth in Los Angeles with a beautiful sunset above me. And so I did. I ran 3 songs. And I didn’t hate it. And dare I say, I’m looking forward to adding a song to the list.
1. Bruley tripped and did a several barrel rolls while chasing his ball. No dog was around him. It wasn’t particularly difficult terrain. Nope, my clumsy less coordinated dog just lost his footing, did a nose dive into the ground, and rolled over and over and over. He popped up, shook off the dirt, and went for the ball. After the dust settled, people looked at me like, “Did that really just happen?” Yes, yes it did.
2. A pack of very large dogs was playing with a frisbee. I’m talking a Great Dane, a German Shepherd, an obscenely large Labradoodle, etc. Somehow, my 26 pound Frenchie got the frisbee away from them. He carried it off, set it down, and peed on it. Yup, just PEED onto the frisbee and walked away. Everyone looked at me in horror. There were audible gasps. As if I intentionally wanted to ruin everyone’s fun. One owner even asked me if he thought it was a toilet. She was serious. I kindly replied, “No, I didn’t teach my dog that frisbees are toilets. And actually, I didn’t teach my dog about toilets at all in fact.”
Normally, we are the cool kids at the dog park. Not today, folks. Not today.