Asher Roth, Janelle Monae, Byron Ward, Tim Kash, John Loscalzo, Matt & Kim, Clipse, Tony DiSanto, Kim Stolz and More At The Woodies Afterparty

December 14, 2009 — 3

The Woodie Awards afterparty is always quite wonderful on many, many levels, most of which can't be discussed. In the heart of a recession, it's not like there's gonna be a holiday party, so this becomes a holiday party. It's a perfect combo of drunk artists, drunk celebs, drunk executives, drunk fans, drunk bartenders, drunk security, get the idea. This year I stayed sober and found myself in hilarious conversations, including one in which a colleague asked if I attended the show this year. Attended? Um, yeah, dickfor. Anyway, here's some of what I remember... - DiSanto and I had a drink and talked about I can't remember what and even if I did I couldn't write it down here. - Kim Stolz slipped me her badge because I'd given mine to someone else so they could get into the party. - I had a great talk with Nick from Seven2 about how he needs to meet Kevin at Area/Code. I hope to work more with them both. - VJ Dana Sky and Nick Brown from The Real World were dancing and having more fun than anybody. - VJ Tim Kash analyzed the Woodies, in depth, which surprising I really needed and appreciated. - Clipse drank. - Byron Ward and I spoke about wtf comes next, and he told me about his comedy showcase thing, which I'm going to check out. - Asher Roth and I hugged. - Gina Esposito I thanked and thanked and thanked. - Chris McCarthy hooked me up. - John Loscalzo looked hot. - Doug Everson makes me happy. - Will I Am, I lost you... - Zooey, I am sorry. - Kim (of Matt & Kim) and I toasted her and Matt's huge performance, not to mention their surprise Best Video Woodie win (I called it months ago!). And then Asher Roth and Janelle Monae went and did this...


Hotel Sex (or, Trying To Find A Great Show)

June 7, 2009 — 1

Sometimes I get to the office pretty early, and someties I stay late. I have two views from my office windows. One is a stunning NJ vista, from which I would have seen the plane landing in the Hudson. The other windows in my office provide me a direct view of 100 rooms at the Times Square Marriott. I see dressing, undressing, other stuff... Yep, if you stay there and you leave but a slight sliver of your window unobscured by the curtain...I can see you. And while I'm on these fascinating conference calls, I AM looking! But can you see me? At first, I thought you could, and I didn't mind. I figured you were from out of town, and you might not speak English so good. Or that you just didn't mind, you thought I was cute. Or you wanted to get cast in Real World. Then I tried dancing in the window, memba? Just to see how you'd react. I was up on the sill, and I was getting kinda freakydeaky because Ciara (Ciara?) had just come by and given us her new CD, and I was feelin' it, baby. You were right there, across the street, eye to eye, parallel plane, and I could swear you were lookin' right at me. But...nothin! You didn't react. How come? I was giving it all I had! If anyone wants to know what to get me for my birthday (or sooner?), I think I need a telescope. Something for greater detail. I feel my eyes are going. I could use a closer look at the Marriott. Especially at night, after a long day, when my eyes are tired, I'm sick of stepping on toes, and all I'm trying to do is find the next great show. Then again, aren't we all.