Thursday, March 31, 2005
There are two of us, now. :)
Last night, after we'd jumped up and down a few times in the kichen (ok, just me), we followed our tummies to the East Village where we randomly selected an Indian restaurant--one of at least a dozen--on Sixth. Along Sixth St, between First and Second avenues, is the what's referred to as Little India. We were the only kids in the joint--it just opened, thus has only a single posted credit (Village Voice write-up) to its name. Given the vast collection of restaurants in this city, each one seems to compete for the title of *most posted write-ups*--Zagat, Village Voice, NY Metro, Time Out NY, etc.--which in some cases cover the better portions of windows. So dinner--a tough-to-beat $10 price fixe consisting of soup, appetizer, entree & dessert--was great, and our server, Mr. Why Not?, was sweet.
More on yesterday:
I entered the scene at 6:30 a.m., hopping the 9 and getting off at Seventh & Columbus. From there (Lincoln Sq) I took my place in the long standby line winding around the bldg that houses ABC Studios. My hopes dim, I stood contemplating my next move. (Central Park? Upper West?) Suddenly: "Are you alone?" Yes. "We have an extra ticket you can have, if you'd like." Um, really? "Yeah. Our other person bailed on us, so we have an extra." Oh, well sure. I promptly joined them at the end of the ticket-holder line and waited the forty-five minutes to enter the studio. Ann and Angela were a sweet pair--a mother-daughter team from the Atlanta area. Via thick Southern drawls, I learned a bit about daughter (doesn't work, travels often) and couture-bedecked mother (doesn't work, scared of travel) before the lot of us met another duo--x and x from just outside *Chicaaago.* Grandmother was a toughie--all brass, loved it--and daughter an 18-year-old 16 year old who looked puzzled when I mentioned the El. "Huh? I don't know about that." Er, ok.
We entered the studio--myself and a hundred-odd middle-aged women, some w/ daughters, some w/o. There was an air of glee about the room, as forty five year olds prattled on about Kelly ("I just think she's sooo cute!" I can't wait to see what she's wearing!") and her other half ("He is just sooo cute!" "What a card!"). Ow. If you would, imagine the sea of fallen faces when it was learned that little Kell-Kell was vacationing in the Carribean. But brighten up, folks: The Donald's in the house! (Sadly, they did.)
Fess-up time: I have a wholly unhealthy, wholly unexplainable love (ner, like) affair w/ the morning talk show that is Regis & Kelly. My distaste for Regis' dorky humor/chipmunky features and Kelly's bizzare jauntiness don't lead to an easy interpretation of this, ahem, embarrassing fixation. But now you know.
Instead of bogging you down w/ the grissly details, here a few high/lowlights:
- Donald Trump's coiffure, in person. It occurred to me that what I was looking at was, in fact, 75% Aqua Net, 25% bike helmet. One of the guests, a certain, um, Carrot Top, went so far as to touch it, thereby causing it to lift/fall in a single piece.
- Regis' wax-face.
- Alicia Silverstone, flaunting a particularly atrocious pair of saggy-diaperlike half-pants. The girl, allegedly eco-friendly, explained how she'd just had solar panels installed on her roof. The audience, which included a large number of Ohio-based women, laughed.
- Said Ohioans--young and old alike--screaming, screaming, for Donald, man whose latest acquisition--the Miss U.S.A. pageant, complete with rights to bikini selection--further affirms my dismal opinion of him, linchpin of capitalism at its worst. Ew.
- The fake dog (golden retriever), sitting behind fake french doors leading to a fake patio set fronting a background of fake nyc skyline. Word has it that concerned viewers call in from time to time, usually in winter, dismayed that they've "left the dog out in rain." Oof.
- Regis' promo, taped after the show's end. He delivered a neat little number about diabetes--the current widespread epidemic, the importance of going in for regular checkups to ensure early detection, etc. He looked all thougtful and well-meaning during, only to crack some stupid, off-topic joke immediately following. Like I ever thought there was feeling behind those announcement, but still, kinda turned me off.
- Penelope Cruz, perhaps the only redeeming part of the show (along w/ the cute-cute *Gelman,* executive producer of R&K). She came out in an uber-classy white pantsuit and in all her uber-beautyfullness, discussed her latest movie w/ Selma Hayek. She's quite charming. Yet Regis insisted on playing up her looks, a move both obnoxious and predictable.
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I can't believe you're really a Regis & Kelly fan. Who knew? Hey, we're moving there in two weeks. We should have a drink or coffee...Carolyn
Ahh! You!! Yes, surely. Where are you livin'? (Email me off-blog.)