I can breathe for the first time.....

Well another month....another MONTH without updating. I'm frankly surprised that anyone even bothers to read this anymore--let alone comment (thanks, Betsy, if I decide that I'm moving to LA this summer, you're gonna be my first new friend!). I think they are mostly obsessive Brandon Flowers stalkers--or at least that is what blogpatrol tells me people are here for.
Believe me beloved blog, I've thought of posting often....That one night I went for cupcakes randomly at Magnolia and waited in a huge line out the door behind three of the most despicable examples of Upper East Side women (with expensive highlights, FUR bomber jackets, $200 jeans, and high high high heels), I really wanted to log on just to transcribe their conversation. (Example: Disgusting Brunette: I really want to get a dog. Disgusting Blond: Yeah, but you're never home. DBr: Yeah, but I was thinking King Charles Spaniel. DBl: OOOOOOH! Charlotte! --at this point I wanted to die because I recognized the Sex and the City reference--DBr: I know! But I heard this guy breeds teacup King Charles Spaniels. Dbl: What's a teacup. Dbr: You know, like, little. I could dress it up and put it in my bag and take it to Bergdorfs.--Then these women proceeded to buy one cupcake to share, eat all of the pink icing off the top and throw out the cake!)
After the dissapointing Grammy's I thought I'd log on, (even though I didn't even get to watch them--though I can't for the life of me remember why!) if for no other reason than to be the spoilsport who decrys Ray Charles winning in every catagory. Dude, if I die next year, do I get to sweep the Grammys AND the Oscars. Plus, the last thing Alicia Keys needs is 4 more Grammys. Bitch has 9 now! Plus, I don't think she needs the encouragement. Every time she wins an award, she puts out a song that is worse than the last one. I swear, "My Boo" has reached new levels of suckyness for me.
I wanted to write when I went to LA and for the first time ever didn't spend the whole trip plotting my escape. In fact, I'm now seriously considering a move. Now, before you log on to comment that I'm a sell-out, just remember I'm only CONSIDERING it. But it would be nice to not be frozen. And to not kill myself to pay rent every month. I think I just need a change of pace. Anyway, there were many blog-worthy events from my time in Cali (none of which include the snoozefest that was this year's Oscars btw....."Million Dollar Baby" is going down in Rebecca History as another Oscar-winning movie everyone loves that I refuse to see. MDB, meet "Dances With Wolves" and "Unforgiven"--your names will be forever linked in conversation for me when people say, "Oh did you see..." and I have to explain that I hate boxing movies. And movies about people from trailor parks over coming the odds. And Clint Eastwood. ) I had some good celebrity sightings....Amy Poehler on the plane out there. Nick Oliveiri. Cameron and Justin on the 101 in a hot car. Enjoyed some magnificent weather (I hate to rub it in but my pale ass even got a sunburn in Palm Springs....which has totally dissappeared in the winter wonderland that has been this week in NYC) Plus, I'd like to say that for a city with the skinniest bitches on the planet, the pancakes in LA (and yeah, I ate them almost EVERYDAY) might be the best in the world. Though I still wonder what would possess someone to wear a midriff-bearing top and a cowboy hat public (this was not an isolated event, I might add).
What finally got me off my ass (or onto it, as the case may be) to write.... Two things. The first was the amazing Hot Hot Heat show last night. Yeah, the sound wasn't perfect and it was kind of full of mistakes, but that is what made it great. It was sloppy and raucous and the new songs sounded great. Plus, might I ask, how can a short dude with an afro and a flowy scarf possibly be so goddamn sexy?! It was a great night too because I ran into all of my old Atlantic cronies and even a friend that I hadn't seen since I was 16 and on a tour of Israel (that last statement makes me sound way more Jewish and JAP-y than I actually am, I swear!) What a small fucking world!
The second thing worth blogging about? Well, I had to call your attention to this: It's Ted Leo singing Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone" and, not only does he actually manage to make the song sound cool, but he totally calls out whoever wrote this song for the American Idol as ripping off "Maps" in the bridge!