Check, Check It

Aw, yeah: my piece on the Men of Playgirl can be read on the web.

The aforelinked sponsored a blog party last week. Ryan wears the blog pants in our family, so I just introduced myself as his gf, but then eventually 'fessed up to a rarely updated blog of my own, because, well, I wanted the cool kids to like me. Lots of interesting local blogs to read. Sorta exciting, no? Side note: Ryan got me linked on the sidebar over at KCBloggers, so if you're here from there, hi!

My homegirl Mascott rocked her shit on my fave guilty pleasure, The O.C., two weeks ago. The scene where Zach goes to Alex for girl advice? Yup, that's my jam, "Turn Off/Turn On!" Go Kendall!

We were in Houston for a wedding over the weekend. Why has everyone been keeping Texas from me? It's 15 degrees in the KC metro, and over the weekend I was flip-floppin' around town, enjoying palm trees, people. Yeah, that's right: Palmmotherfuckingtrees. I'm so moving. And, once I got over flying in and out of an airport named after Bushdaddy, can we talk about the shopping? A mall which holds not only a Saks Off Fifth but a Neiman Marcus Last Call as well? Is there anything better? Can I stop ending sentences with question marks?

Saw Ron Megee's rendition of The Santaland Diaries last night. He's been making me laugh 'til I cry since I was in high school and my friends and I all had funnycrushes on him (you know, when you're in love with someone because they're so fucking funny?); this performance does not disappoint. I'll be seeing whatever else he cooks up in '05 because, well, it's been too long.