Young & Hip Meets Need A Hip Replacement: The Grammys

That pretty much sums up my Grammy review. Lots of weird artist collaborations on stage, which I rather enjoyed, but that doesn't take away from the weirdness. Stevie Wonder and Jonas Brothers?? Al Green, Justin Timberlake, and Boyz II Men??

I've gotta say though, over all, the show was much better than previous years so maybe the Stevie-Jo-Bro mix was genius. Or it could be that 2008 was a good year for music and the Grammys finally did what it was supposed to do: showcase good music.

Who am I loving right now? M.I.A.

(Photo from www.mtv.com)

M.I.A. and the Rap Pack (Jay Z, T.I., Lil' Wayne, and Kanye) killed it at the Grammys. Killed it!! But the highlight was easily M.I.A. Who performs at the Grammys on the day her baby is due, while rocking a see-through mesh outfit and dropping it like its hot?!? Yeah, killed it. I love the song. I love that she had no fear. I love that she performed the song like she wasn't gonna have a baby on stage. LOVE HER!



Coldplay also comes pretty damn close for giving the top performance of the night. I like that Jay Z came on stage for a quick cameo, dropped a rhyme, and was ghost like Swayze. Plus, I just like seeing Chris Martin. And on a side note, does Gwyneth Paltrow seem to be more annoying these days?



Who needs to stop making music and just go away? T-Pain. I can't stand his ugly ass top hat and the robot voice in EVERY song that is on the radio these days. EVEN STEVIE WONDER DID THE ROBOT VOICE AT THE TOP OF THE JONAS BROTHERS SONG!! Ick. Stevie, please stop or else I'll slowly lose respect for you, and that's just like learning Santa isn't real all over again.

(photo from www.t-pain.net)

So, in the Obama spirit of hope and change, I will hope that music will change and lose this fascination with T-Pain robot voice songs. I don't need to know that you're in love with a stripper or bartender, or that if you have one more drink, you're gonna $!*#(S said stripper or bartender. Go away.

Who needs a haircut? Kanye. Please. Mullets are never coming back, no matter how much you try to rock it, so please save yourself the embarassment and try something else. Don't you rep LV these days?? How can Louis let you out looking like that?

Finally, because it is too early in the morning to already be angry about something, let's talk about some Grammy sweethearts. My favorite? ADELE.

(Dave Hogan/Getty Images from www.tvguide.com)

She just seems so likeable and humble, and she's a true artist. Singer and songwriter extraordinare whose voice is absolutely mesmerizing and vulnerable. Chasing Pavement was easily one of my favorite songs this past year.

Finally, a big thumbs down to Radiohead because they used the USC Trojan Marching Band. GO BRUINS!

Home sweet home!

Yay! Back in the city of angels, and back to my own bed. My glorious 1200 thread count sheets with no nasty man sweat. Where I don't have to be paranoid about which pillow is what, because in my own bed, I know that I can freely put my head on any pillow I want without worrying about getting pimples.

Yeah, totally not ready to move in with a man. OR move in with a man, but be prepared to do a lot of laundry with lots of sets of sheets so I can change them daily. Eh, neither sound that great right at this moment.

So, today was the first shower of the weekend. As you know, lucky me gets to attend a baby shower today and a bridal shower tomorrow. Woo-hoo! A reminder that my eggs are dying and that I'm two shakes from being a spinster ... I can't think of a better way to spend my time. I kid, I kid!

Our knocked up friend, Mama Philly Pinot, has to be the most adorable pregnant lady around. Like so adorable that you want to hate her but you can't cuz ... you guessed it ... she's adorable. Her husband, McDreamy, is almost as bad ... I mean, equally adorable. When asked if Mama Philly Pinot was turning into a nightmare from the parasite growing within, McDreamy was all "Nooooo, she's been great ... no problems at all." And when I asked Mama Philly Pinot whether she's had crazy cravings, she replied with "not really, just McFlurries." Mc-fricken-flurries! I was hoping for something like kimchi with shrimp paste over rocky road ice cream ... but, nah, she came at me with McFlurries. See? Adorable. Ick.

Anyway, it is Grammy weekend here in la la land which means the skanky-wanky-hos are out in full force searching for their next baby daddy. Is it wrong that I'm a little glad that it has been raining on and off all day? Nothing makes me feel better than seeing a half-naked club chick try to look cute walking in stilettos in the rain while trying to protect her hair.

Feastin' at Farmer Brown

After a few days of doing absolutely nothing, I ventured out last night to meet the girls for dinner at Farmer Brown in San Francisco. Unlike Vegas two weeks ago, people weren't afraid to grub and practically everyone ordered the fried chicken. Delicious, as usual.

A couple of things I learned from my married/pregnant/disgustingly-in-love/living-in-Australian-paradise friends (and, remind me to not hang out with them when I'm feeling particularly bitter):

1. Being preggers is a lot like how I feel while unemployed and depressed: tired and fat. At least I can still get drunk so I got that going for me, which is nice.

2. Whitestar and Blackstar are both cynical and slightly dick-ish. And while I complain about them all the time, I will easily choose this over Ms. Ozzie Ozzie Oy Oy's over-the-top-blindly-optimistic-quote-citing-machine-do-gooder-of-a-boyfriend who wears sunglasses at night. Sorry, its true. I guess this must mean I am also a dick. Oh well, did I mention I can still get drunk?

3. Sephora-tastic's stories of her alleged "fight" with Ice Man are crap. If there is no door slamming, cursing, or where you have seriously considered choking him in his sleep, then you have not been in a fight. Plus, the fact that we have to discuss whether your misunderstanding constitutes a fight, means that it is not a fight. Stay in your happy world, Sephora-tastic! No need to create or assume drama where none exists. And, please, come correct the next time you want to describe a "fight" to garner sympathy.

All in all, a fun filled night of laughter with the girlies.

I'm heading back to LA and back to my life at the crack of dawn. Ick ... morning flights are all bad, but better than flying out on Friday nights. Guess what I have to look forward to this weekend? Baby shower, followed by a bridal shower, and capped off with Grammy traffic and video hos. Woo-hoo! (read: sarcasm).