On the #2 train downtown earlier today two women, both with strollers ( you know, the ones with three floors, a pool and a wet bar ) got on at 72nd Street and stopped in the door, refusing to budge. Two people were not able to get to another door to get on the train in time. At 42nd Street, they refused to move again, blocking a man with a suitcase ( you know, the kind that could double as a condo on wheels. ) Condo Suitcase Man, however, just pushed his way on, causing some of the most colorful language I've heard in a long time ( barring listening to myself.) I got off the train at 34th with them all still slinging insults back and forth at each other. I wish I'd filmed it.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)