So last night, around 8:00pm, I was sitting in my jammies eating Cheerios out of the box and watching “Intervention” on A&E (drug addicts getting a second chance, yes!), and was basically prepared to spend the night eating Cheerios in my jammies until bedtime, when a friend called me.

“Hey. I can get you into the Bon Jovi concert at Madison Square Garden tonight if you can get down here in 20 minutes.”

I sat on my futon, Cheerios on my knees, hair tied into a messy bun, body exhausted from a typically exhausting Monday, and considered this offer. Am I a big Bon Jovi fan? Not really. But tickets for this thing were going for thousands of dollars, it’s Madison f*cking Square Garden, and breaking up my nightly pattern of Reality TV watching and cereal eating wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Plus, where else could I wear my acid-washed cutoff mom jeans? (Note: this last sentence is not true.)

After putting on my make-up as fast as I could (and hoping the lights would be in full “80′s glow mode” to keep the rest of my post-work face at bay), I slapped on some clothes and tried to tease my hair as high as it would go (Note: this may not be true). I then pushed past the milieu of yuppies on my block and jumped into a cab. Read More »

Aight, aight. Yo. Sorry, I had to do it…I’m going to try and make this brief because—let’s face it—American Idol has gotten a little old this season, and I’m sure we’re all tired of hearing about it. So let me start with the judges….

I know it’s not a fashion competition, but what the hell was Randy wearing? You know he thinks he’s a general in his own mind. Yes, I believe he loves himself that much. Paula—I’m sorry about the bruise on your face, but do you have a speech impediment? To me, she always sounds like she’s talking with a retainer in her mouth, but last night, maybe due to pain killers, it was even more pronounced. And she was obviously tired from her fall cause she was relatively quiet.

Simon—I love you just the way you are. Maybe with a few more buttons undone. I’m sorry that everyone boos you. You’re the only one that makes sense.

Jordin owned Blake last night. Owned. What Simon said about her wiping the floor with him on the last (kind of wretched, but not surprised it was picked) song? Totally true. She walked out on that stage and it was like she’d already won. She knew she had it. And I loved her dress. Read More »

After watching tonight’s episode of American Idol, college memories flooded my mind, I began to reminisce the good ol’ days, and almost shed a tear or two. Why so sentimental, you ask? Two words: Bon Jovi.

The theme of the show was hits from Bon Jovi, and as each contestant stepped up to the mic, all I could think about was how weird it was to hear 17-year-old Jordana Sparks sing “Livin’ On a Prayer;” our innocent Jordana, the youngest of the remaining six, singing the same song millions of college students around the country listen to while they’re getting sloshed and grinding up on eachother like slabs of meat.

“Livin’ On a Prayer” and “You Give Love a Bad Name” are synonymous with college these days. I don’t know how or when it happened, but once Bon Jovi shreds through the speakers at any given college bar, the entire place rocks out like it has never rocked before. It doesn’t matter if you’re up north or down south, male or female – once you hear the Jovi, you can’t help yourself. The Jovi doesn’t discriminate.

There is usually a process that begins once these songs start playing:

1) Recognition of the song with one loud, drawn-out exclamation, like “OHHHH” or “YEAAA” while holding your drink up in the air and dancing awkwardly by yourself for a few seconds

2) During the verses, you move your head with the beat (this is when you take some sips from your drink, check your cell phone to see if anyone called you or point out the cute guy/girl standing by the bar) Read More »