I spent my Thanksgiving weekend visiting my Mum and Dad in New York. On Saturday night, one of my buds from high school days of yore was generous enough to let me tag along with him for a preview performance of Stephen Sondheim and George Furth's Company. The show is a Broadway revival of the 1970 production.
Hi! So, I've been thinking about you a lot, and there are some things I want to tell you. I'll bet your surprise appearance at the American Music Awards last night was fun. But I heard that you kicked it at Paris Hilton's after-party. This is the second time in, what, a week, that you've rolled with P-Hilt? What exactly are you up to?
They do. And like the rest of the world, I'm starting to believe maybe this whole TomKat and their TomKitten alien baby union isn't the farce I originally assumed it was. Maybe it's all the breathless People.com coverage (there is even a blog). However. Let's talk about the fact that in Katertot's official wedding photo -- the print that's circulated in all the tabloids, and also the one she'll likely look back on years from now so that she can remember the "happiest day of her life" when she married Loony Cruizy, "the most amazing man in the world" -- the former Girl Down the Creek is slumped over worse than an insecure, pre-braced scoliosis patient.