June 26, 2007, 8:45 p.m.: Wobby on scotch, we were skipping toward home when on 21st and 6th Avenue, we spotted him, that absurdly endowed hot guy on Ally McBeal, who now plays "John" on One Life to Live. He even looked at us as he walked by, though his dog gave us the cold shoulder. Bitch!June 30, 2007, 2 p.m. ish: In the Duane Reade on 19th and 7th Ave, we were paying for our rewetting drops and Altoids -- bemoaning the state of our bank account -- when we turned and saw our beloved Mo Rocca standing in line. We wanted to remind him that we opened a door for him at Le Pain Quotidien a month ago. We didn't, of course, because keeping a blog is a more passive way of making a fool of ourselves.
Thought of the day: We were mesmerized by the concert for Diana today, mostly because Di and Dish have something very important in common--Duran Duran is our favorite group. We would love them even if they farted the classics on their next album. They can do no wrong (except murder and pedophilia). Next year marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of our unconditional love/obsession and we might send them an anniversary card, which will probably land in the lap of an underpaid assistant....
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