Some random notes that I’ve been compiling…
-I had another brush with “celebrity” Saturday night as I met the infamous Coral from MTV’s The Real World. She was in town for Reality TV night with the local Arena Football 2 team, the Manchester Wolves.
(Side note: My creative tag team partner Ben and I actually pitched the idea for Reality TV night with the hockey team three years ago and were basically laughed out of the room because it wasn’t as good as Mullet Night. Huh.)
Thanks to the persuasive skills of Manchester’s real Brady-Sullivan duo, Coral was persuaded to hit up a post-party at which yours truly was a celebrity bartender. I even raked in $10 in tips! My two interactions were to tell Coral I would set up VIP service at the bar for her if she came to the party (“F**k your VIP line!” she joked) and mixing her a horrendous vodka and tonic after she asked for a Grey Goose and tonic. Apparently, she thought the apartment doubled as a real nightclub. Overall though, she was really nice, hella hot and nothing at all like the bitchy person that everyone has made her out to be through the years.
However, calling her a celebrity seems like a bit of a stretch. She was on a show that personifies the exact opposite of reality and thanks to the youthful, viral institution that is MTV, she is now well-known for simply living and having people around to tape it and air it. However, what skill does she, or any reality star, have actually qualifies them for fame? None that I can tell. Yet, I’m sitting here writing about it and most of you will find it marginally interesting on some level. Add in the tremendous amount of people becoming famous by being themselves on tv and the true definition of the word celebrity has truly changed.
Someday, someone will write a college thesis on the social ramifications of reality tv stars in the Hollywood culture and it will change the world.
-As we were walking past a reality tv casting call on the concourse, my friend Brady and I got to talking about how we were bummed out that The Real World casting has a 24-year-old age limit. Apparently, anyone older just isn’t cool. Seriously though, I can’t think of a better situation for which complete chaos is virtually guaranteed. Unleash 7 people in their late-20’s (who have actually been toiling away in the actual “real world”) into the Real World environment for six months. Now, THAT would be worth watching. Hell, even six days could provide enough footage for a season if alcohol, cameras and hot people were involved.
-From the “I Forgot That Detail” dept.: While in Vegas last month, we were watching a cover band inside Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville when I turned to my friend Ron and said, “I bet the next song is either by Bon Jovi or Def Leppard.” Within a few seconds, the familiar strains of “Livin’ On a A Prayer” started cranking out. To this day, I can’t figure out how I knew, but I just did. That should be a power for the second season of Heroes.
-“I Forgot That Detail” pt. 2: After the four straight home runs at last week’s Sox/Yankees game, I attempted to text/call some people to just revel in the amazement. However, 37 thousand other people chose to do the same thing apparently as the lines were actually jammed for a good 10 minutes. Others around me were experiencing the same problem. I mean, does that ever happen anymore? And really, what did we ever do before cell phones?
-My 100th blog post is within sight. I’m trying to think of something cool to do, but have been coming up blank. Maybe retire?
-Look for a baseball-only blog to be started by yours truly very soon. Details to come, but if you’re interested in writing for it, drop me an email.
-The holy day is this Friday as Spider-Man 3 finally opens. I don’t think it’s possible for a human being to look forward to a movie this much. In general, there’s a lot of stuff that I’ve wanted to see but haven’t got the chance (300, Shooter, Blades of Glory) and even more that I definitely will see this summer (Transformers, 28 Weeks Later). In scanning over a list, there seems to be something for everyone coming out this summer like the next Die Hard flick, The Bourne Ultimatum, Shrek 3, Pirates of the Carribean 3 and the latest Dustin Diamond sex tape.
-There are people out there that have watched every single minute of the near 12-hour NFL Draft. There are more people who have spent at least that amount of time analyzing said draft and actually doing mock drafts. That is amazing to me.
-Easily one of the creepiest/strangest commercials in recent memory. Sorry that the quality sucks.
-If you have five minutes, check out this Will Ferrell bit. I love Southern California more by the day.
-Ya know, it’s pretty bad when you hear songs like “Sweet Home Alabama” and think KFC, “Blister In The Sun” and think Wendy’s and “Who Do You Love” and think Sam Adams.
-A month ago, I wrote about the “What Happens In Vegas…” tagline being amazingly overused. I think it’s safe to say that “bringing sexy back” has now moved into that pole position. Enough already.
-Finally, it’s awesome to be a Boston sports fan these days when the weekend wrapup consists of the Sox taking 2 of 3 from the Yankees (5 of 6 in the last week) and the Patriots acquiring Randy Moss. Thrown in the upcoming NBA Lottery and there’s no shortage of topics to discuss. And then, there are those Monarchs who advanced to the 2nd round of the AHL Playoffs for the first time in team history. Guess I was the curse all along.
thanks for reading,