Wishbone

I'm losing my shit a little bit right now because I'm sitting on my couch, sick and watching glorious cable and Wishbone is on!!

Perhaps you remember this little show from the mid 90s about a cute little Jack Russell terrier with a big imagination who likes to pretend he's the lead character in lots of different literary classics. The episode that's on right now has him being D'artagnan in the Three Muskateers. The best thing is that his mouth never moves when he talks--he's like Garfield. And he's so CUTE. He even has a little mustache if you can believe it.



It's the week before the week before Christmas and I have this lingering nasty cold that's got me being that annoying cough-sniffer on the subway. I try with almost inhumane strength NOT to sniffle until the train doors open and are louder than my snotty sniffs. I leave for Georgia on Christmas Eve and it seems as though every night between now and then, Brandy's booked. Last night I got to tag along to an AIDS benefit where Vanessa Carlton played. I'm not ashamed to admit that I own her first CD. And thanks to the giftbag last night her second one as well. (In case you're still scratching your head, she's got the 1000 miles song--the one with all the piano that used to be all over the WB circa 2002). The benefit was at an art gallery in the far West Village. I knew I'd stepped out of my class when I noticed that every other woman who passed by me was wearing a different and incredibly adorable pair of Christian Louboutins. We walked in and the guy running the list was like, "The art is around the corner and you can bid (one long gaze up and down at my glaringly obvious payless boots and both Becky's and I's lack of a Fendi tote)....actually the bar's right there."

It actually turned out to be a really fun party. Vanessa Carlton performed and was fantastic and the champagne was flowing freely. And there were giftbags. Sponsored by InStyle Magazine giftbags. Becky and I were lamenting on the lack of people there we actually wanted to hold a conversation with and suddenly two Fun Guys appeared in front of us. One was Dutch and a spitting image of that British guy character on Family Guy. I figured both of them for being gay so we felt it was fine to go for an after party drink at a bar nearby. They take us to the Spotted Pig and on the walk over we realize that they are definitely straight and definitely drunk. But halfway through one beer at the bar they realized they had no chance with either of us. Quagmire immediately retired to the other room and when I looked over he was surrounded by 4 blondes who'd seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The other guy stayed and talked and I was impressed that he didn't press us for anything other than conversation. He did give my friend an awkward pat on the head as we left that I found quite hilarious.

I should really be staying in tonight since I feel like walking death. But it's Christmas and maybe it will be fun.