Ringing in the new year…Griffin style.

This made me laugh pretty hard. I had already seen snippets on the news sites today about how Kathy Griffin (you know, the comedienne who avoids D-list celebrity by calling herself a D-list celebrity…brilliant!) made some kind of penis-related joke last night during CNN’s New Year’s coverage. But I had no idea she had gone this far. I simply was not prepared.  Quasi-NSFW.

Way to keep it classy, Kath…and guarantee that you never work on live network tv again. As funny as this was, I can’t help but wonder whether reality stars will do anything to create new plotlines for their shows. No doubt Bravo will be able to dedicate an entire 30-minutes to the fallout. With one dick joke, Griffin managed to crank out a whole new episode. Joy.

Warms What Chills Ya…

Like so many people out there in the nonvirtual word, I have been sick for about a week now. It all started last Saturday morning when I woke up in Savannah. As is usually the case when I wake up in that town, I had a mild hangover. I promptly hopped in the car and started the long drive back to Our Nation’s Capital. Somewhere deep in to the Carolinas, I noticed that my mild hangover was worsening and soon figured out it was not, in fact, a hangover but something much more flu-like.

I’ll spare you the details of how this mystery illness pretty well laid me out for three days after I finally made it back to DC, thus sparing you all my own contribution to The Streak Continues series which, based on last year’s exploits in Austin, would have consisted of having a hearty breakfast and lunch of 1792 Ridgemont Reserve, getting 86ed from Antone’s before the sound check, and various (alleged) incidents of public indecency and drunken confessions to past bad behaviors.

Instead, I was in bed at 845PM on New Years Eve with a pleasant wreath of generic NyQuil-equivalent wrapped around my head.

Alas, my penchant for generic NyQuil-equivalent is on par with my penchant for bourbon. I stopped at the pharmacy on my way home last night because I was out of generic NyQuil-equivalent. In the interest of turning over a new leaf for a new year, I wound up picking up some TheraFlu Warming Relief. I don’t know if it worked better or worse than my generic NyQuil-equivalent because I generally sleep through most of the part where the active ingredients get active.

What I do know, however, is that one should not mistake TheraFlu Warming Relief with a completely separate product altogether.

You’ve been warmed. Er, warned.

The Streak Continues (2)….

I can’t quite compete with a 14-year New Year’s Eve music streak…however, I’ve got my own streak going. Both eves of the new year in D.C. thus far have been spent nursing someone back to health. El duderino and I rung in 2007 in the back of a cab on our rushed way home from the 9:30 Club where we didn’t quite last long enough to see the main act. Duderino had one too many (and he wasn’t drunk if you catch my drift).

This year it was my turn to ruin an otherwise valid excuse to party. Luckily, T&A (yes, I said T&A) brought the party to us. An amazing menu of potato soup, homemade pizza, brownies, and Scotch on the rocks hit the spot (see above).

On a side note, I’m burying the hatchet and accepting the fact that I was invited to the blog in “phase two.” And that statement was in no way passive aggressive.