After gushing recently about how the pukey aspects of Hollywood are making me laugh and how this perspective is working out so fabulously, I spent the weekend in locations unlike my norm of dive bars and Roscoe's House of Chicken.
One must be vigilant.
Over sushi, someone asked if I agreed that the table next to us was occupied by a group of painstakingly attractive people. I said, 'If you mean besides the fact that they all look like actors and wannabes, then yes, they're quite good looking.'
'You're right,' she nodded, 'they're knobs.'
And THEN she asked if I'd overheard one of the beautiful girls say something to the effect of:
'IT'S LIKE GIVING A CORPSE A FRENCH MANICURE. TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE.'
I'm sorry, what? Should I be bummed or relieved that I don't know the context of that one? My guess is relieved because I might have upchucked and the beef carpaccio was too good not to keep down.