I remember earlier this week, walking the distance from where I had parked my car on my street, to my apartment, and experiencing a thought that I realized would be perfect as the idea on which to base my next “Letter from the Editor.” Very clearly, I recall thinking, “This is so good. I had better write it down so I don’t forget and then come up completely empty-handed on Wednesday.” Well, my friends, I didn’t write it down–I’m guessing because I was distracted by something shiny that caught my eye–and here I am, with nary a useful thought I can employ in my weekly “State of the Blog” address, hoping to God that something interesting pops into my head to help me fill up the empty space in front of me.
I guess I could talk about the Mika concert I attended at the Troubadour in West Hollywood Sunday evening. I posted about it on Tuesday, and for anyone who knows me well, it’s pretty surprising to find out that not only did I go out on a Sunday evening, but I also went out by myself. See, the truth of the matter is that…(gasp!), I’m actually a very anti-social faux-socialite. It’s true–I was totally hired under false pretenses, and have luckily managed to prove myself useful enough in other ways, as to make myself (hopefully) indispensable, despite my scant party/event attendance.
More of Lisa’s deep, dark secret after the jump…
This is a secret that I’ve managed to keep from you, our faithful readers, until just now, when writer’s block has forced me to start divulging my secrets, rather than risk having nothing to write about in my weekly column. Yes, I write with a fiery (and I’ve been told “obnoxious”) passion about those celebrity events that everyone wants to attend, despite the fact that I am much more comfortable in front of my 20-inch iMac in my kitchen/office than I would ever be on a red carpet.
With that in mind, dear readers, know that the only reason I managed to drag myself down to the Troubadour was out of sheer obligation to you–OK, that and the fact that I had caffeinated myself enough to actually be excited for the show. When I got in line behind Perez Hilton, I thought for a moment to introduce myself and then realized that I had no idea what purpose that would serve. See, I really don’t feel any antagonism toward him whatsoever, but the truth of the matter is that his favorite part of “celebrity blogging” is probably the only part that I have to suffer through. If it weren’t for the fact that I can usually drag Wayne Ford or Mike Wilson along to accompany me to the events I attend for ASL, I’d probably just mope around, nursing a drink just so that I’m not bored out of my skull.
But at the same time, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Getting to write for this site, with the wide parameters I’m given, is the most amazing gift that I’ve ever received. And that’s because I get to do what I love doing most–write. So, quite honestly, I’m actually thankful for bloggers like Perez, who want to go out there and mix it up with the celebs up close and personal, so that I really don’t have to. Call it being lazy. Call it voyeurism. I don’t really mind being labeled either, as long as you don’t make me stay up late on a school night.
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