the finer dandy

The week is finally over and I can finally write something for myself – meaning, I can write on this blog that I have been neglecting.

Sometimes I feel as though this blog (or any of my “personal” writing) is my child. It’s as though I gave birth to it and now I am so self-involved with my job(s) and I always say, “I’ll spend time with you next time, okay sport?” Unfortunately, by the time I get home, my blog is tucked away in his bed and I open the door to peek in his room and kick myself for not coming home early enough, or putting my work aside so that I can play video games with him or teach him how to smoke a cigarette or do any other of the paternal things one is supposed to do when they have a child.

Now that I have actually made the time to write on here, guess what I am going to talk about?

Work.

So on Monday, I interviewed Paris Hilton. This was my second time interviewing her. The first time I chatted with her, she was almost two hours late. This time, she was just about one hour. No harm, no foul. She was nice enough the second time around.

Isn’t that picture above just annoyingly cute? It’s like seeing a little girl run up to you and say, “HI MISTER! DO YA LIKE MY DRESS?!”

Her answers to my probing interview questions about her new perfume she was promoting at Macy’s seemed to be programmed into her brain – a tad bit robotic. And she does love San Francisco – she enjoys going to Fisherman’s Wharf to see the seals, Sanrio (the Hello Kitty emporium), Chinatown and she likes fine dining at Alioto’s. Don’t worry – all her answers are legit because she apparently told every other journalist the same exact list of llikes. I’ve eaten at Alioto’s before – does she really like it there? I think she said she loves getting calamari there. After reading this, some misguided tween is probably going to change their favorite restaurants on their Facebook page to Alioto’s.

Here are some more pics from the day’s festivities:

Wow. I am giving an unbelievable, pitch-perfect side eye to all those fans whilst I stand comfortably in the press pit.

This girl is very brave for wearing that “diva” tiara. Very brave. Very, very brave. Speaking of, I wanted to comment on the way everyone standing in line to meet Paris that day. I mean, I appreciate one’s right to be very comfortable in San Francisco, but if you are going to meet a celebrity - whether it be Paris or otherwise - wouldn’t you make yourself look a little bit more dressy? I mean, I don’t think stained jeans, a hoodie and some raggedy Ugg boots is the best “meet a celebrity” outfit. To each their own I guess.

Sadly enough, I didn’t get a pic with her. But I do have one with her from the last time I met her:

Next up? My interview with Robert Pattinson a.k.a. Edward Cullen from Twilight.

Oh yeah, I am guessing you heard about all that madness that happened in SF when he made an appearance at Hot Topic at a local mall. Holy shit, that was outta control. I will be gladly to tell you what part (or lack thereof) I had in the whole mess…