Sorry to go all LiveJournal on you, but I'm listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket's "I Will Not Take These Things for Granted," which may be cheesy, but it's just what I need after a really tough
, okay, month.
I just got home from a brief outing to a horrific club on 27th street with Leven - which honestly just goes to show how good a friend I am, because there is LITERALLY nothing I'd rather do less than hang out at a loud club on a Monday night. Ughhhhhhhhhh. Lev really wanted to see Mark Ronson perform (and I have to admit I understand the appeal), and I had promised her I would go earlier today, so despite the almost overwhelming amount of work I still have to finish before I sleep, I dragged myself along. I refused to get dressed up, though - so yes, I wore practically no makeup, hair in a ponytail, jeans and the teeshirt I'd been in all day long. It was awesome. It took about four minutes to get ready and I was comfortable the entire time. (This must be how men feel every day, damn them.) Although some guy did say, "you look like you're 5." Which actually sort of made my day.
I was filming Lev with her camcorder.
Some guy asked if I "was a tourist." Confused (was it the striped shirt??) I wondered, "why?" and he pointed to the camcorder. So I said, "What tourist films Mark Ronson IN A DARK CLUB on a MONDAY NIGHT?!?" and he goes, "Good point." Yeah, so there!
Lev's, uh, pretty psyched about Mark finally deciding to get on stage. 30 minutes late, of course. Rrrr.
Tomorrow I'm doing Fox's Morning Show with Mike & Juliet, then three segments on MSNBC (about Britney), then a meeting over at Vh1, then prepping for FoxNews' Lips & Ears on Wednesday, and making sure my Time Out New York column is all set for this week. Goodnight ...