Enough already

Are we about done with the celebrity fragrances yet?

I Am Not Impressed

I will not be attending. If I wanted to stare at Will Smith for 2 hours, I'd settle in for a Fresh Prince of Bel-Air marathon on Nick at Nite.

Next.

M-I-L-F, Don't You Forget

(image courtesy of yessaid.com)

If Tori Amos is known for two things, they're her piano bench humping and her deliriously devoted fan base.

I am one of those fans.

Her show last night at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta was one of the best concerts I have ever attended, Tori or otherwise. That she has been able to maintain the level of skill and passion through almost two decades of touring and wife/motherhood is nothing short of inspiring. And, in what felt like a "Love you, too" from Ms. Amos, the performance was littered with b-sides and rarities that the fans went nuts for. There's nothing like seeing one of your favorite songs live for the first time -- unless of course it's seeing about 5 of your favorite songs live for the first time.

Just another satisfied acolyte.

'Tis the Season to be Tipsy

Last year, my old roommate in Baltimore alerted me to the existence what I like to call the greatest thing on Earth: the alcohol holiday gift box. They hit the liquor stores around late October/early November and give you the opportunity to buy someone you love (read: yourself) a bottle of liquor and complementary glassware for the price of the liquor alone. I seriously stocked my cabinets with these things when I was in B-more; I picked up both the Baileys and the Disaronno sets.

This year, I went for Ciroc. Now, I think Baileys and Disaronno are two of the best things ever put in bottles, so the gift boxes were a no-brainer. But Ciroc is an odd duck, a vodka made from grapes rather than grain. Some people hate it, some people love it -- I'm honestly somewhere in the middle.

But I'll tell you what I do love

These martini glasses. ADORABLE

And I was out of vodka anyway.

Let's Talk About Pep . . .

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Does anybody else watch this Salt-n-Pepa show on Vh1? I'm guessing not; and trust me, this isn't a request that you start.

Either it's the worst-scripted "reality" show (excepting those dating travesties on MTV) or Pep is mentally off. I'm so serious. It's the same shit every week: Pep books a performance without consulting Salt, Salt says she doesn't want to do it -- 'cause she's all religious now and doesn't want to be in entertainment anymore despite now having a reality show that airs DIRECTLY after I Love New York 2 -- but begrudgingly accepts under the condition that Pep be respectful of her new lifestyle, and then Pep does everything in her power to make the show as hypersexed as possible, and then acts as though she has 0 idea why Salt doesn't approve.

I swear Pep spends 85% of the show with this look on her face like she's trying to remember the capital of Ghana or something. "What? I just wanted a 6ft. condom onstage. It's an AIDS benefit."

Really.