Saturday, July 19, 2008
FIND WHICH TWO CONTESTANTS FACE POTENTIAL ELIMINATION...AS SOON AS I'M DONE READING THIS SENTENCE: We're probably never going to get another Joe Schmo, but Comedy Central's new Reality Bites Back might just be the next best thing. 10 comedians (including Road Rules alum Theo V) are put through a variety of "reality shows" such as So You Think You Can Dive and Hunting With The Stars, hosted by an ultra-smarmy Michael Ian Black. Sadly, there's no Montecore, but this is pretty awesome.
Friday, July 18, 2008
A FEW OF OUR FAVORITE THINGS: It's a big romantic and baby news day for several folks who are unquestionably ALOTT5MA Faves:
- Kristin Chenoweth and Aaron Sorkin are back together (and Sorkin is apparently once again clean).
- Victor Garber has confirmed that Jennifer Garner is 5 months pregnant (and can we get her on Eli Stone as a tough defense attorney for an episode--I'd rather see her singing and dancing than Katie Holmes?).
HALF-CAF GRANDE LATTE WITH EXTRA SHOT OF SYRUP: Come fall, Manhattanites will have 6 fewer Starbucks from which to satisfy their coffee jones. Somewhat surprisingly immune? Astor Place, where there are two Starbucks almost directly across the street from one another, and where a Barnes & Noble cafe operated until last December, serving Starbucks coffee and overlooking the two other Starbucks (Starbuckses? Starbucki?). For those concerned if they will have to find alternative caffeine fixes in other markets, the complete list of Starbucks closings is available. (Even with 13 stores closing in Vegas, and an additional 3 in North Las Vegas, I don't think it's going to become difficult to find them there.)
IT'S ABOUT ANTS. SINGING, DANCING ANTS. HOLD. There's been a lot of press lately about all the changes being made to Dirty Sexy Money before it comes back next season. Another new showrunner, the exit of Samaire Armstrong (as a regular castmember, anyway), the addition of Lucy Liu, and a whole lot of noise about changes to the tone of the show. I don't know about any of you, but I liked the old tone. So I'm a little skeptical -- particularly of the notion that Nick George might become a whole lot more susceptible to the Darlings' wiles. That being said, the Cosmopolitan household really enjoyed the truncated first season, and we'll be back to see what the Darlings are up to in the fall.
SUMMER COCKTAIL SERIES #7
Sorry for the lack of SCS-7 last week. This week, I provide you with Heather K's resolution to a problem which I did not know existed.
I DO NOT DRINK BEER
My drink we call an "I do not drink beer" because my boyfriend, Sam, threw a big cast party for a live gay soap opera I am in here in Chicago. Pause, here is where the story will seem to go off track, but I swear it comes back around. He bought a TON of beer, but the party consisted of mostly girls and gays, and he had a fully stocked bar that had all sort of ingredients for much girlier drinks. We hit the girly drinks pretty hard, and the beer was left almost untouched. My boyfriend does not like beer and he hardly ever drinks it, but his fridge was stuffed to the point where it alsmost could not close with a variety from miller light to goose island 312 (it happens, you get a little excited on peapod one night in preparation for a party). That was Friday night. Monday night was Memorial Day, and he decided to throw a second party where he would invite over all of his beer swilling friends in order for him to take back his fridge. They were under strict orders to drink as much beer as they could.
A little into the party, where the boyfriend had been drinking wine and basically anything but the beer in his fridge, he decided it was time to do some mixology with what was left from the cast party. All the usual mixers were gone or almost gone which left him a little perplexed and a little creative. Usually would gravitate to a whiskey and coke or, failing that, a "Sam Special" of Vodka with equal parts oj and cranberry juice--also known as a Cranberry Toad (I guess). But there was no whiskey and no vodka, only a little bit of oj and an abundance of cran. There was also an almost full bottle of Bacardi Peach Rum which no one seemed quite to know what to do with at the cast party. So he took a glass full of ice, poured in equal parts bacardi peach and cranberry juice and added a splash of orange juice. Someone asked him what he was doing, and he said, "I do not drink beer," in a voice that suggested he certainly had been drinking something else. New drink. Turns out it is just as tasty without oj, and you can have a lighter hand on the alcohol and still have a tasty beverage. It tastes like drinking a jolly rancher candy.
Sorry for the lack of SCS-7 last week. This week, I provide you with Heather K's resolution to a problem which I did not know existed.
I DO NOT DRINK BEER
My drink we call an "I do not drink beer" because my boyfriend, Sam, threw a big cast party for a live gay soap opera I am in here in Chicago. Pause, here is where the story will seem to go off track, but I swear it comes back around. He bought a TON of beer, but the party consisted of mostly girls and gays, and he had a fully stocked bar that had all sort of ingredients for much girlier drinks. We hit the girly drinks pretty hard, and the beer was left almost untouched. My boyfriend does not like beer and he hardly ever drinks it, but his fridge was stuffed to the point where it alsmost could not close with a variety from miller light to goose island 312 (it happens, you get a little excited on peapod one night in preparation for a party). That was Friday night. Monday night was Memorial Day, and he decided to throw a second party where he would invite over all of his beer swilling friends in order for him to take back his fridge. They were under strict orders to drink as much beer as they could.
A little into the party, where the boyfriend had been drinking wine and basically anything but the beer in his fridge, he decided it was time to do some mixology with what was left from the cast party. All the usual mixers were gone or almost gone which left him a little perplexed and a little creative. Usually would gravitate to a whiskey and coke or, failing that, a "Sam Special" of Vodka with equal parts oj and cranberry juice--also known as a Cranberry Toad (I guess). But there was no whiskey and no vodka, only a little bit of oj and an abundance of cran. There was also an almost full bottle of Bacardi Peach Rum which no one seemed quite to know what to do with at the cast party. So he took a glass full of ice, poured in equal parts bacardi peach and cranberry juice and added a splash of orange juice. Someone asked him what he was doing, and he said, "I do not drink beer," in a voice that suggested he certainly had been drinking something else. New drink. Turns out it is just as tasty without oj, and you can have a lighter hand on the alcohol and still have a tasty beverage. It tastes like drinking a jolly rancher candy.
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