I’m at a dinner party this evening, hosted by my friend Carolina, featuring food by Fernando, who last year flew in meat from Northern Mexico to create one of the most incredible meals I’ve ever had in my entire life. So I might not only be a little bit distracted in my life blogging (life blogging is appropriate, I’m gonna keep it), but I also might occasionally have to take breaks for food orgasms.
Everyone seems excited that I’m live blogging, because most people don’t see my writing in action, but once they realize that I haven’t talked in 45 minutes, I have a feeling they’re going to get a little bit sick of me.
6:44pm: I don’t get how Stacey Kiebler or whatever the fuck her name is got elevated to red carpet icon status just because she’s “dating” George Clooney, but she is tall and lithe and looks good in clothing. Her dress is gold, and has a gigantic floral decal. I am even more disinterested than George Clooney himself, who has already moved on to the next interviewer.