You know how when you're in Vegas for two and a half days it feels like you have not seen actual normalized civilization for years? I feel like I've been on every season of Survivor concurrently.
Anyhow, I'm still here. Natpe (formerly a big-ass TV convention) has begun and today I am hosting a panel that's billed as a live version of the Thursday night show, with guests Donald Trump, Jillian "Biggest Loser" Michaels, and hunky Chef Curtis Stone. If I get the guts, I'm
going to ask The Donald if I can touch his hair.
And on THAT odd note, let me tell you that last night we went to the Brandon Tartikoff Awards, honoring David E. Kelly, Jeff Gaspin, and Judge Judy. Judge Judy made a great speech and there was a video montage of her greatest moments that featured a pic of her on the
cover of People. Does People still put old ladies like Judge Judy on the cover or is it just Heidi Montag making an absolute (insert demeaning slur) of herself? (If you want to kill your appetite, read that interview.)
So we ran into none other than Million Dollar Listing star Chad Rogers at the affair and his hair was so Chadesque that I demanded that he allow me to touch it. Actually, I asked very nicely and he very nicely allowed me to. He maintained that his hair was only lightly sprayed, but I am here to report (exclusively!) that I had to puncture a halo of ozone killing residue to get to the 'do.
This hair is quite something to see in person. And he said that his haircuts cost him 600 dollars. Could that possibly be true? I don't know if it is or not, but it really is a 'do that is meant to be studied. There's a lot going on. He said I should get one and I said my hair is not versatile enough for that kind of situation he's got going on. The conversation was longer, but I am going to stop this riveting reportage right about here.
I saw Mr. Trump from afar and got intimidated about today. Can I ask about Marla? And Ivana? He seems like the kind of guy who would answer anything (like Kim) but I will have to wait and see what the vibe is.
Last night we went to Michael Mina's amazing new restaurant American Fish, at the Aria in City Center (that's the new 8000000 billion dollar mall/hotel/city they built and is either a huge failure or the rebirth of Vegas). It was an incredible meal. We tried to play the Sex and the CIty slot machine but it really is kind of simultaneously unintelligible and like candy laced with cocaine. Cori lost 30 dollars in about five minutes, but the lady next to her had all sorts of things flying around.
Later I met Top Chef alum Brian Malarkey and his wife at the House of Blues Foundation Room. Brian is adorable and looks like an Aryan ragdoll. Apparently Betty and Richard Blais are in town too, but I unfortch didn't see them.
In case you're wondering, the gatekeeper of the foundation room is something of a douche.