I’ve always wanted to play a full 18 holes of golf, but my golfing experience ends at mini-golf at Family Fun Center (which I domintiated, by the way). Even though I’ve always wanted to play, I’ve never found it terribly enticing to sit and watch a whole round of golf. Quite frankly, it’s bo-to-the-ring. I once went to a boyfriend’s golf match and I was more entertained by the golf carts and those weird little knickers everyone was wearing than by the slow moving game he was apparently losing.

With the PGA Championship going on, I’ve truly been trying to take interest in the sport, but before I know it, I’m watching reruns of One Tree Hill on Soap Net and I have no idea how or when it happened. I can’t help it, I’m smitten for Chad Michael Murray.

This got me thinking…maybe if Chad-y poo was the one golfing, I might take a little more interest. I know, I know; this makes me sound like a boy-crazed-girly-girl, but humor me here. How great would it be to see some of these guys pulling their clubs out and polishing their balls (pun entirely intended). Read More »

As if the New York City heat wave wasn’t hell-sent enough, it chose to hit at the exact moment that the air conditioning in our cluttered intern’s den became kaput. Working at this music television station had simply become one crazy story after the next.

The other day I was asked to get one of the VJ’s dogs groomed and was given an anal leakage prescription that, to my horror (this is my luck we’re talking about) got carried away by a breeze and was handed back to me by a beautiful, beautiful (somewhat queasy-looking) but beautiful boy. Anal leakage is not such a cute ‘So how’d you two meet?’ type of story. So, I bailed pronto.

Anyway that was the other day, today was today, and today I was sweating like a recovering nymphomaniac who’d accidentally stumbled into a brothel. The glory of it all was that miraculously, the AC had only died out in our small cubicle encrusted room, so no one with any actual power had any desire to get it fixed anytime soon.

Oh, the agony of a summer internship.

I was immersed in checking for evidence of the dreaded pit stain (little ones already and it was only nine, boo) when my boss Pierre came to what seemed like my rescue, informing me that I’d be working in the filming studio today. I clapped my hands together, this I’d never done before! Read More »