Men's Wearhouse Party 2009 - Photo Overload, Y'all.

 My Sweetheart Stephen and me...

Dayna and me

 PATRICK!!

 

 This is what happens when two

dorks get a-hold of the camera...

Photo by Patrick

 

Mr. Handsome

 

 I LOVE this picture of Dayna

 

 Patrick and "Blue Steel" Alex

Three hot bitches, yo

Deena, Julia and Mary

The Girl and her Boy

 Ummm...the other girl (Patrick)

and his dream Boy, Alex

 

 Good Lawd. Alex has the gayer face here.

 

...and the Oscar goes toooo

DAYNA! For not really being surprised!!

So it's TUESDAY at noon. I'm still tired from the big Men's Wearhouse party held at the Seattle Westin Hotel Ballroom...and I only had three gin and tonics. I'm SUCH a biddy. I think it must've been all the preparation that made me so tired. It takes a helluva lotta work to get that hair of mine all big and tossled, ya know. (Patrick kept calling me Penelope Cruz and speaking with a Colombian accent like she had in BLOW...HA!) And the make-up, the "undergarments" to suck in all the extra meat and high heels that I NEVER wear anymore just wore my fat ass OUT. Stephen, on the other hand, was just up and at 'em the next day. I cannot keep up with him.

I tell ya what. When a lot of companies (even the big ones) aren't even throwing holiday parties, The Men's Wearhouse continues to take care of their employees. Seriously, a huge dinner (prime rib, ham, pasta, gorgeous desserts--eggnog mousse, truffles, eclaires and more!) PLUS drinks, it's always THE. BEST. PARTY. After the awards were given out (which includes trips to Hawaii for outstanding employees) the dancing started. Sweaty times, y'all.

Alex (R) who now manages the Silverdale, WA store 

and his Assistant Manager (aka Assman) Tyler

I'm already looking forward to next year's party. I might be rested up by then.

 

Shirley Manson at MOCA 30th Anniversay Gala - Girl Crush!!

 Shirley Manson? I love you.

 

 Silly (not Stupid) Girl

 

 Stunning!!!

Y'all KNOW I love me some Shirley Manson (from the band Garbage?? Stay with me people!). I won't tell you the "I met Shirley Manson" story for the 8000th time. I just love her!

Here's my Scottish badass beauty looking elegant at the Museum of Contemporary Art's 30th Anniversary Gaga last night in Los Angeles. Party envy and seating arrangement envy.

In case a few of you have forgotten...here's just one reason I adore this gorgeous woman. 

Swooooon.

I've come down with a severe case of Concert Envy - Prince at Paisley Park in Minneapolis!

You sexy MoFo.

I'm so old and tired now that I hardly ever go to a concert, it seems. But I tell ya what--I'd have given my right arm (or something) to have been able to see this sexy bitch's show at Paisley Park last night. 

You do realize that Paisley Park Studios is Prince's luxe personal studio and office space, and around 1000 people fit into the concert area to watch that hot little man play for three solid hours. I say, GOD-DAAAYUM. 

via startribune.com:

"Prince performed Saturday night at his Paisley Park Studios to a small crowd of 1000 people.  He jammed for 3 solid hours singing hits like "1999," "Controversy," "Raspberry Beret" and of course "Purple Rain".  He played homage to the Jackson 5 playing "I Want You Back," "Dancin' Machine" and "Shake Your Body Down to the Ground."  Sly and the Family Stone bassist (and close personal friend of Prince) was also there and got on stage to do some Sly hits like "Thank You," "I Want to Take You Higher" and "Everyday People."

With his horn-less band, Prince has never sounded funkier at Paisley. He was talkative and humorous, loose and spontaneous, calling out songs and arrangements as well as an occasional "so-low" for himself on guitar. To witness that kind of organic musicmaking always feels special -- especially when it's a well-drilled, first-rate band like Prince's -- even if you have to put up with the bandleader frequently telling the sound guy how to adjust the mix.

Prince saluted the Time, the Doobie Brothers and the Jackson 5 in song and verbally acknowledged his debt ("I wouldn't be who I am without...") to James Brown, the Jacksons, Chaka Khan, Rufus, Stevie Wonder, Sly Stone, Joni Mitchell and Tower of Power. His pal Larry Graham sat in on bass for a series of Sly & the Family Stone tunes, and backup singer Shelby J, a powerhouse from the southern soul/gospel school, stepped out front on a couple of selections, most notably "The Arms of an Angel."

But this show was about Prince, his love of funk and his guitar prowess. He even offered a little "country western" guitar passage, as he playfully put it, and one of his more passionate versions of "Purple Rain" to close the evening. He danced only briefly, during "Kiss," but handpicked some fans to come onstage and dance, a longstanding Paisley tradition at any hour."

Prince also made this a local charity event, and asked that canned goods and winter coats be donated. 

I'm never too tired for Prince. 

We're goin to the chapel and we're...gonna get BURIED.

via TMZ
Joe and Katherine Jackson's fancy ride to the funeral.

MJ and Mac, back in the day.

I know. Gross. What else am I supposed to say? Other than, "it's about GD time someone buried that poor man"? Jaaayzus.

Today, Michael Jackson is finally being buried today in the Great Mausoleum at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale, California. It's being rumored that Macaulay Culkin will be in attendance, but we don't know for sure. What appears to be true, is that invitations were mailed out to close friends and family members. The invitation indicates that there will be an "after-burial celebration" at Villa Sorriso Ristorante in Glendale.

Seems to me that divulging that information is kind of an invitation for the freeeaks to show up--uninvited.

More details later....

The Rossdale Family at the beach....

Gwen, Gavin, some kid, Zuma and Crybaby Kingston

Gavin? Is that really your six-pack?

Yeah, I know. Them again. Sorry, they were parading around Malibu beach looking like the perfect little fam, so I had to show y'all.

I always knew Gavin Rossdale was purrrdy, I just had no idea about them pecs, them pecs. Wow.

And I'd kill for Gwen's legs. I said I'd KILL, not "I'd exercise" to get Gwen's legs. I'm not stupid.