No, I haven't freaked out, and yes, its still me writing. Over the past few weeks I have taken my first dip into the world of women's shoes. No, I'm not wearing them. I was buying them. I am not completely unaware when it comes to women's shoes. I certainly enjoy seeing them on women. But, aside from knowing that the thing on the bottom was a heel, I was pretty ignorant. Sure, I know from hearing the screams of women in the office that Nordstroms is having a shoe sale, but I never really gave it a thought.
Well, in the search of a perfect birthday present, I decided I would buy some shoes. A few weeks ago the woman I was buying them for and I had been in a store and she practically died when she saw a pair of what I now know are YSL Tributes. YSL Tribute T-Straps to be exact. Seeing the reaction on her face, I decided that shoes would be a really great birthday gift. I think that every guy is always trying to find a gift that they know their significant other will really love. We don't usually succeed, and so the opportunity was too good to pass up.
So, I began my search. Unfortunately for me, I chose a recession to do it in. You might be asking yourself why that really matters. Well, it means that stores were trying to figure out a way to get people to actually spend money. As I discovered last weekend, the way they do this is by having sales. Specifically, sales on shoes. Women's shoes.
Ummm. I know from television and stereotypes about women that they will fight over a pair of shoes. I also thought that is all it really was. Stereotypes. I was wrong. Last week I discovered that women really will fight, hoard and claw their way to any shoe they like, especially if it is on sale at a huge discount.
I was out of place. There are three stores on Wilshire here in LA that are next door to each other. Barneys , Saks, and Nieman Marcus. At each of those stores I was the only guy there alone. In fact the only men I saw other than me were men who looked as if the idea of death would be a sweet alternative to the madness they were witnessing. It is one thing to be there alone as I was searching for the perfect pair of shoes and quite another to know that Best Buy is not anywhere close.
My first mistake in all of this was believing that because I had been in a store before that I could somehow translate that to the art of shoe shopping. Not so. I had selected several online. Not alone. She had helped and I had about 30 shoes I could choose from, but the purple YSL Tributes were the Mother Load. The gold that I needed to find.
Saks was my first stop. Umm. Bad idea. It was chaos. There were literally hundreds of women who had piles of shoes in their hands. Sales people were cowering in the corner whimpering for their Mom. What the store had done was leave one pair of each shoe out in front on display. Then, if you had a question about shoe size or availability you waited in line with the shoe. Well, women were not taking one shoe. They each had ten to fifteen pairs of shoes. As a result, there were no shoes on the actual sales floor. Instead they were all in the hands of women who were in a line that stretched fifty deep. The wait was around two hours just to find out if they had that shoe in your size. If they didn't, your wait was for nothing. No one seemed to mind though. Apparently a discount that size on designer shoes was worth any suffering. But, I'm a guy so I moved on.
Niemans was my next stop. Busy. Crowded. Sale was going on, but there was no madness. There was though a pair of Mustard color Tributes and they were the right size. Grabbed them. Had to have them. They were not the purple but was I ever actually going to see the purple in person anyway? Meanwhile I asked the sales person about a pair of Burberry heels that were also on my list and were on the Niemans website. Umm, they only carry them online, not in the store. But no problem sir, there is a Burberry store just down the street. Great. I bought the mustard shoes.
So, two blocks down and I'm at Burberry. Almost empty. Obviously the store doesn't need any money because they are not having a sale. So, despite the absence of customers, no one really seems in a hurry to help a lone guy in the women's shoe department. Maybe they just think I have some strange fetish. I don't know, but they are not helping me. So, finally I ask someone if they could help me. They do, and I show them the shoe on display. Do they have the right size? They will check for me. 20 minutes later they come back and say they don't have anything in that size but will take my name and number and let me know when they come in. Great.
On to Barney's. Very helpful people, but sorry sir, all sold out of all the Tributes. Maybe they would get some in next week. We do have some great bags on sale though. Really? Well this whole shoe thing could really backfire, so maybe a nice bag would be good. OK, what the hell. Now I have one bag and one pair of Tributes, but in the wrong color. Back to Niemans.
Now why am I going back there? Well, if I can't find the Burberry shoes maybe I can find something close. My friendly sales person there says how about this pair of heels. Marked down from $900. Yeah. Those are nice. Black. hot. OK, I will get them. Now two pairs of shoes and one bag, but still neither of the two shoes at the top of my list.
Brainstorm. I'm looking for YSL shoes but have not done the obvious. I call YSL and ask if they have any Tributes. Of course they do. I didn't realize until later that YSL calls almost every damn shoe they make a Tribute. So, I trek the four blocks over to YSL and ask for the person who helped me on the phone. While I'm waiting, I see them. The purple shoes. The quest is over. I can hear the angels in my head singing.
One problem. They don't have the right size. The only size they have is almost two sizes bigger than the ones I need. This is going to require a text. "I found your shoes. Can you wear them two sizes too big?" The response. "Hell yes. I will make them fit."
Great. I am so happy. Thrilled beyond belief. After waiting for 20 minutes for them to put one pair of shoes in a bag the size of a small home, I am headed back to Niemans and my car.
Wow. I get home and I can't wait to show her the shoes. In a text I told her that I had not realized that the purple Tributes were a different style than the mustard Tributes, and that I thought all of the t-straps were the same. "Umm, the t strap Tributes are all the same style, hence the name," she said. "No, they aren't," I said. Uh oh. I mean, how am I supposed to know that they make more than one Tribute style in that purple color? I take a photo of the shoes next to each other and send it to her.
Later I heard she was laughing and crying and didn't know what to say. I got the wrong purple shoes. I got Tributes, but not t-strap Tributes. "The vamp is completely different." The vamp? What the hell is a vamp? Apparently the vamp is something down at the bottom that goes over the tops of the feet. I had got it wrong. 8 hours of shopping for nothing. I didn't get either of the two things I went to get specifically for her. Sure, I got three pairs of shoes she would love and a bag, but not the ones that would get the look. That squeal. I was so frustrated with myself. What could I do?
I will tell you what I did. I went to 20 or 25 stores. Scoured every internet site. Made hundreds of phone calls. Oh, and I also ended up buying another bag at Niemans and some perfume and some chocolate. Had to make up for not getting the purple shoes.
So, yesterday. I got a call from Burberry. Good news; they had the right size. Would I have time to come in? Of course. I could get one pair and things would be great. I text her and say they have your size. Do you still want them? Of course she says yes, and so I tell her I am about to buy them. Success. I get there and look at the box. It's the wrong size.
They apologize and will get back in touch with me when they come in. So, the end result of all this is that I didn't get anything I started out to get. The lesson learned here is that I should have dived into that free for all at Saks and got the shoes. Now I know why they were doing what they were doing.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
So, Gordon Ramsay finally broke down and confessed that he cheated on his wife at least four times with Sarah Symonds. That means it was probably eight times. She also said they had phone sex all of the time with each session lasting about an hour. If you combine that with the rumors running around that Gordon has actually cheated on his wife with four or five different women and he had the same time for all of them, then Gordon was a very busy man. It's no wonder he doesn't spend any time cooking anymore. He has to spend every waking moment taking care of the women he is cheating on his wife with, making sure he isn't caught, pretending he loves his wife, write cookbooks, go on television and be pals with celebrities.
I'm also wondering if Gordon got kicked out of his wife's bed or if he perhaps brought one of his women to the bed he shared with his wife because it seems really strange that the Ramsay's would choose yesterday of all days to throw away a mattress. I mean is that going to be on the top of your list of things to do when your marriage has been thrust into the international spotlight?
And also, Gordon, you are supposed to be smart. I still haven't figured out why he would pick a professional mistress to have an affair with. She has kissed and told before which is how she became famous but you thought she would keep quiet about you. Please. It almost makes me think that subconsciously he wanted to be caught by his wife. He must have known that she would spill it all and she did. Hell she got paid to do it by the tabloids and is trying to get even more out of them now to spill even more dirt.
Meanwhile his wife is all grins and giggles in public. I've talked in the past about how I have hurt people I love and I can't imagine them ever just running out in front of the cameras pretending to be all happy and lighthearted about it. Maybe she is doing it for the kids. I don't know, but either she really is unconcerned or she is one hell of an actress.
You know I will be the first to admit that it is possible over the years that I may have allowed myself to make use of a facility other than a bathroom to take care of nature's call. It happens. I daresay it has happened to many of us. Of course, most of the time it happens is because we drank so much that we couldn't even wait five more minutes to make it to a bathroom so we tell the driver to hurry up and pull over. We then feel amazing for like ten minutes until the cycle repeats itself. By that time of course though, the driver has said enough and basically left you to hitchhike home when you sober up.
As much as I am willing to admit to the above, I am also willing to say that during the day, in the sight of numerous places with restrooms to use, I have never just dropped the fly and let loose against a wall. I can't do it. I have seen to many homeless people do it over the years and I just can't even contemplate it. Apparently though Mark Wahlberg has no such compunctions and it is comfortable just whipping out his peen wherever he may be. I'm sure that as his kids grow older this is the kind of behavior he would want them to emulate. To me there is just no excuse for this. It is obviously in a very public area and you would think he would have some kind of respect for the general public.
Thanks to Popsugar for the photo. Lets hope that since its Thanksgiving they will hold off on a cease and desist notice until Monday.
The holidays are a time when you introduce your special someone to the family. It could be because you are looking for any excuse to not spend the holidays with your own family, or it could be that when everyone is bloated with food and wine they will forget the fact the first time they saw your new significant other was when you were groping her at a nightclub.
Such is the case with Michael Phelps. Michael and his girlfriend have been dating for about two months but he decided to take her home and meet the family. Apparently his girlfriend Caz works at Moon nightclub in The Palms. Yes, that is the very same nightclub where those photos were released showing Michael groping a cocktail waitress' butt. And yes, that lovely gropee is in fact now meeting the family.
That night was the first night they met and hey, I'm happy for them. It also goes to show you that I in fact can be wrong about the intentions of Michael that night. He obviously saw her as something more than an object an I apologize. I'm wrong a great deal in life so this is not the first time I've had to apologize.
I hope that everyone is having a wonderful Thanksgiving. Yesterday, the time got a little away from me and by the time I knew it, the day was over and I was well on my way through a bottle of booze. My plan was to blog last night, but alas, I didn't. I am going to try and do some blogging tonight so that way everyone can have something to read if they don't want to go off shopping.
Even though it is not Thanksgiving outside of the US, I still want all of you to know how truly thankful I am for each of you and for this site. It's been over two years now and it just keeps getting better and better and it is all because of each of you. I'm just a guy who writes some things that are mildly entertaining, but it is each of you that makes the site what it is.
I hope that all of you know how thankful I am for you and that I will keep doing this as long as you keep reading.
For those of you celebrating Thanksgiving today I hope that you enjoy all the time you are spending with your family and friends. I wish all of you the greatest day.
I'm sorry I didn't post anything earlier today. I know many of you were worried because I just disappeared rather abruptly yesterday. I know I caused some disappointment. I really do appreciate all of you and I will try harder to make sure you all are aware of it.
Posted by ent lawyer at 12:17 PM
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Did you ever hear some news and you just said to yourself you hope it isn't true? I heard some today about a couple and it is one of the first times that I can recall where I just really hope my source got it wrong. I like both people in this couple. The husband is a celebrity, and the wife is a B- list actress who is pregnant. I know I usually give more identifying information, but this one time I think it is best not to. One of the things about this is that there have been two different versions flying around town. One is that he has been cheating on her not with anyone in particular, but basically just a string of no names that are attracted to him. The other version is they both cheated. I've met her, but never met him. So, with that in mind, I'm going to have to say that I don't see her ever cheating and that he, in fact is the one doing the cheating. While she's pregnant? That's pretty low.
I figure if you have about 200 hours of programming on television each week that maybe you should get the top spot. Sure, Dick Wolf probably has a billion dollars but this is the top of random photos so that is priceless. OK, not really, but maybe his assistant reads the site.
It's Adrien Brody so that should be enough, but I think he's wearing velvet. Automatically gets you in now.
According to the NY Daily News, Rob Thomas is doing his very best to save some horses from returning to their abusive owners. There are two horses being cared for by Pets Alive which were sent to the shelter because the owners of the horses had neglected them and the horses were very badly injured. Rob has been giving money to the shelter, and recently made an offer of about $10,000 for the two horses. The problem is that the owners won't sell them to Rob and it is even possible the horses may in fact go back to the owners.
That would be the worst possible idea ever. OK, not the worst. Lindsay Lohan adopting a child is worse. But not by much. Hopefully the owners will do the right thing, and Rob Thomas gets a big thank you from me and other animal lovers out there. Of course though, he is still going to get bumped here by U2 because I really want all of you to hum it with me the rest of the day.
Below is a video from ABC News and if you click here, you can read and watch more video from one of the local Seattle stations which is where Brenden lived.
"I don't wear short things. As for cleavage, I'll bring the girls out at certain times but I don't parade them too often. I like to keep them for special occasions!"
Umm. Is it my imagination or has the entire world seen the "girls" about 1,000 times over the past six months. It seems as if they are always out. They have been out more than Carson Kressley at a gay pride parade. I don't know who she is kidding. Maybe she is just talking about red carpets or something, but to me this is just a bunch of crap. This is the kind of thing celebrities say when they can't think of anything else to say but are desperate for attention and a quote and a story in some publication. It makes no sense.
So, her philosophy seems to be, prim and proper on the red carpet or in public, but when she is getting paid they are there for the looking. That seems kind of cheap but maybe she considers getting paid to show them off a special occasion. Stay classy Eva. Oh, and button up. Too much cleavage on those photos above. Must have been getting paid.
Christina Aguilera’s opening of the show had been much hyped by a friend who had seen her in rehearsals, but unfortunately, it was as rough as she’s been looking lately. Started off GREAT: singing the first verse of “Beautiful” acapella. But, dear readers, that was where the greatness began and ended. As soon as she launched into a medley of her dance hits, she seemed to forget how to do two things at once. She was so focused on her dancing that I heard her sing maybe 3 words and a few “oh oh”’s throughout the rest of the performance….she even forgot some of the words to Genie in a Bottle. I’m sure this was covered up for TV viewers by the backing track but this is the beauty of being a seat filler: you get to see what really goes on.
After an AWESOME performance by New Kids on the Block and a bizarre and clearly drug fueled monologue by Scott Weiland I FINALLY pushed a teenage girl out of my way and managed to escape the seat fillers holding area for a place among the action. Though I was not seated next to any celebrities, I did have a nice view of Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, David Archuleta (who should really consider a career as a Keebler Elf should this whole singing thing not take off), Taylor Swift, and Wu-Tang Clan.
Though I did not notice them when I first sat down, Daughtry and his band were seated to my left. I had noticed that someone in that vicinity was being a little loud and obnoxious but these are rock stars (and I use that term loosely) so, whatever. When the Jonas Brothers took the stage I realized just WHO was being so annoying when Chris Daughtry jumped out of his chair and started mocking the boys by imitating their dancing in the aisle by his seat. Dude, Chris, can I call you Chris?, I get it. Really I do. I think those boys are three of the luckiest teenagers on the planet given that they have NO talent and always sing off key live, but really? Need I remind you that you were discovered on a reality show? It seems someone had indulged in one too many of something before he came into the awards show and continued his comedy act until his band members yelled at him and physically pulled him back into his seat.
The show continued and I noticed an odd trend happening over in Chris Brown’s vicinity. At every commercial break Chris was out of his seat and over talking to Jamie Foxx. Rihanna stayed where she was, talking to those around her. No big deal really. But it was definitely more than coincidence or excitement when they both went up to receive their second, and for Chris Brown, third, awards and there was absolutely no acknowledgement of the other person. No hugs, no thank you’s, they didn’t even look in their “significant other’s” direction before they went up to make their speeches. My interest piqued by this behavior I went and looked at pictures from the event and while most celebs had at least one picture with their date if they had brought one along, Rihanna and Chris? All the pictures of them on the red carpet are solo. And not near each other which means they arrived separately. Could the rumors of a Chris Brown/Rihanna/Kanye West love triangle be true?
Speaking of Kanye, as cocky as he can be (AND HE CAN BE COCKY!!!!), he did give a killer performance. Annie Lennox blew everyone away when she performed her hit, “Why” accompanied only by candle light and her piano. I hope that some of the other performers, ahem, Jonas Brothers, were humbled by her performance as she reminded everyone in the auditorium what a real musician looks, and sounds, like.
However, the moment I knew would be most appreciated by CDAN readers, knowing Enty’s dislike for this celebrity couple as we do, came at the beginning of Mariah Carey’s performance. When the lights came up, Mariah was on some sort of pedestal that turned slowly around to face the audience. There was a guy waiting for Mariah to help her down from her pedestal and yes, you guessed it, it was Nick Cannon. This was his SOLE function in the performance, to take her hand and escort her down three stairs. Then he walked off the stage. What, were all the PA’s busy helping Julianne Hough apply her 56th coat of spray tan? I half expected him to come back out on stage with his nail file and get to work on her corns while she finished singing. Somebody might be finding a little bonus in their allowance this week!
Though I have just spent paragraphs on all the snark and low points of the evening, all in all I thought the show was great. Being able to be there and see so many great performers all under the same roof was awesome. The only thing that could’ve made the night perfect was if the Jonas Brothers went home empty handed. Maybe next year…..