Wednesday night I went to a party at 230 Fifth bar for a UEFA Championship party. Now, I don't even know what that stands for, but I know it has something to do with soccer, so I went in hopes of spotting some long-haired hotties.
The crowd was kind of random. There were a lot of young gals and old dudes there—I guess they both were there for the soccer players. I snuck a balding 50-something year-old into the party and he couldn't stop thanking me. Hey, I do what I can.
I grabbed a Diet Pepsi to prove to myself that I can have fun without drinking. Nope, I can't. I headed to the bar shortly after for a Heineken.
Well, the David Beckham look-alikes were nowhere in sight, but Adrian Grenier was there! He actually looked super-cute in person, I was a bit surprised. I didn't see a drink in his hand the entire night, which I guess doesn't necessarily mean he didn't have one. There was a string of groupie hoes trying to get near him—one kept saying, "I don't know, I don't think he'll remember me. Well...maybe he will." No, honey, he won't. Give up. She finally did.
I don't have HBO, so I don't watch Entourage often, but I love it every time I happen to catch it. Johnny Drama is my fave. Is anyone a fan? I think that might be next on my DVD list after I finish Mad Men! Anywho, what's everyone up to this weekend? I'm gonna be partying it up tonight, but I'll probably take it easy Saturday since I have to work on Sunday. Have a good one!