One of these days, I'll live somewhere free of velvet ropes and VIP lists. Until then, a genius solution has been designed. My friend Megan and her boyfriend JB came to town for the weekend with a two-page spreadsheet listing every WMC party they had rsvp'd for, what promoter they e-mailed and whose names were given. So every time we went a door and our names hadn't made it to the list, JB would pull out the spreadsheet and say "Well, that's funny because you're on my list." That's what you get when a Carnegie Mellon grad really likes house music. They are two for two so far. Brilliant.
I also have to give some paparazzi props to Scottie who saw Owen Wilson outside of Taste this morning. Stars...they're just like us! Homeboy and I eat at all the same places in the neighborhood. Next thing you know, he'll be knocking at my door wanting to move in!