THE WAIT IS OVER! I am not only talking about a new studio album from Diana Ross, but for a new TOP CHEF. If you ever wondered how Marcel and Debi Mazar would get along, tonight you'll have the answer to that question.

We supersized tonight's episode, and through the wonders of advance warning and technology, my guide on my TV seems to know that it's on until around 11:15. My guide is so smart sometimes! (Football overruns continue to flummox the poor guide, though. As a remedy, I give it xanax occasionally). We announced Season 3 of Top Chef yesterday, and that means we're casting right now. If you know anyone who can cook their face off, tell them to run to BravoTV.com/casting and come to one of our open calls.

Tom Colicchio stopped by my office yesterday morning after wrapping his Today Show appearance. I offered him whiskey and he declined, but we did discuss our goal of finding an absolute knockout group of chefs for season three. If YOU have what it takes, this is your moment!!

MIAMI: I still have a hangover from Bruce and my adventure in Miami. We arrived on Christmas, split New Years Eve, and in between is a bit of a blur. We spent several days with friends poolside at the Delano, which has evolved from 10 years ago, when it was Madonna and a bunch of gays, into a Heterosexual Sideshow of Silicone and Liars. Strike up a conversation with the most butt-ugly person in the pool and they'll tell you they MODEL for a living. I think you have to be a certified liar to be allowed to swim in the pool of the Delano. Lindsay Lohan (unfortunately Dina-less) was there begging for privacy. So was Queen Latifah and Craig David and Reichen and Lance. There were insane straight men with lip augmentation and botox and weirdly cut swimsuits.