I was really young and naïve when I met Christian* at a nightclub. By “young,” I mean 18 and by “naïve,” I mean an inexperienced dater who thought men would only like me for my intelligence.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Christian asked some other club goers in line. I looked behind me to see where the beautiful girl was. I certainly didn’t think it was me. But he pointed at me again. He was standing in the club’s entryway wearing big, Buddy Holly glasses, black leather pants, and reeking of “teen icon.” Then he smiled – a wide, devilish grin. With one hand, he offered me a lollipop; with the other he held a whiskey on the rocks. In fact, in the four years (on and off) that we were involved, Christian usually had a whiskey on the rocks. It was like his signature accessory. Keep reading »
Last night, I got drunk. (A few too many Blue Moons.) The night before that, I got drunk. (Vodka tonics.) The night before that, I got really drunk and accidentally made out with a dude two degrees skeevier than I would normally go anywhere near. (Shots followed by champagne.) The night before that, I … got drunk. (Blue Moon. Again.)
I bet you’re starting to notice a pattern here. Keep reading »
The war on Michelle Obama continues. This time it’s not her looks that her critics are attacking, but her sobriety. According to The National Enquirer, “Michelle Obama – cracking under the pressure of being First Lady – is drinking way more than she should, friends fear.” Oh really? The tabloid lists “close sources,” “friends,” and “insiders” who have lined up to tattle on Michelle’s excessive drinking habits which include: “overindulging during (her) date night” with the President in New York City on May 30th; knocking down “a glass or two of champagne” on a private jet and downing “two martinis during dinner at the Greenwich Village restaurant Blue Hill.
” That doesn’t exactly qualify for a membership at Alcoholics Anonymous, otherwise we’d be seeing her there, but the National Enquirer must have different standards. [via I Hate The Media] Keep reading »
I’ve had a crush on Bill Murray since I saw Groundhog Day and his studliness was further proved by the depressing lothario he played in Lost In Translation. So it’s with a sad heart that I report that Murray may not be the sensitive moper the world thought him to be. According to divorce papers filed by Murray’s soon-to-be-ex-wife, Jennifer Murray, the actor’s “adultery, addiction to marijuana and alcohol, abusive behavior, physical abuse, sexual addictions and frequent abandonment” led to their split. Apparently he also told her “she was lucky he didn’t kill her.” [The Smoking Gun] Keep reading »