Kanye West & Taylor Swift
I got a few "Are you Anna Nicole Smith?" questions out of the wig and red lipstick. Funny. Wish I had a party to go to tomorrow, but I'm not repeating last year's radio station party nightmare. Maybe I should just take the wig to a bar. What do you think? Too bad it itches after an hour.
Boondock Saints II is open...anyone from Boston has to go see it. Mandatory. But it is only in limited release. Next weekend maybe.
Oh and I made it to the end of October! Damnnnnn. I survived with a cameraless, letter J- and letter K-less Blackberry. Tomorrow I get to see what AT&T has been hiding on me: the costs for the upgrades they've been teasing me with. Yes, I'm eligible for an iphone. No, I don't think I'll be getting one.
No, I haven't heard from FutureSex except to learn he had to do halloween with his child. So it must have been future future FutureSex on his mind when he met me. Whatevs.
Here comes November. Here comes Vegas. Vegas baby Vegas. 25 days and counting.
And some of you have asked to hear more about my marriage....I'm mulling that over. Got to leave something for the books, but I wouldn't mind telling some things people would like to hear. Feel free to leave questions or suggestions.
And yes, you've all asked about my darling Italian friend, Mr MBI. He's quite well, and I am still enjoying his twitter presence immensely. Learning Italian and teaching English word by word, laughing every day, and sharing appreciation for all things Springsteen. Cue up James Taylor, because I've got a new friend.
And no, I'm not going to share too much of him because I'm a selfish Sagittarian soon turning an ungodly age and hoarding all the attention I can possibly accumulate like a bear about to hibernate for winter. I especially enjoy his singing voice.
You've all (well, me mostly, but you partly) already embarrassed him. You, yes you, (well, me, really me) you've made an Italian man blush. I didn't think it was possible either. So I'm afraid, there will be no monthly "Ask Molto Bello Italia" posts.
What can I say? I know we're hungry American women! How about some Sopressata?