...The universe was cocking the fuck-with-me gun...

Last night I went to the Viper Room...

.... in Hollywood to see Steffy perform. She dominated the stage looking like a very expensive Sunset Strip hooker. She worked those black high heel "fuck me" boots, the black fish net stockings, and tight short dress like no one else. Not only could she sing…but she was funny, saucy, domineering, and plain out bitter.

The viper room itself lived up to its hype…a dark, small, scruffy venue (just like its owner Johnny Depp) that exhaled old Hollywood. In a freakish way I was more aware of the fact that once upon a time Pheonix River had died there.


Before the show I ran into non- other than John Wynn, the host from CD USA. He was a genuinely nice guy. And his date (aka sister) was just as nice and amusing. We ended up hanging out with them…I talked to his sister about everything... from fashion...to NY vs LA weather... how annoying Becky is and how she sounds similar to Kathy Griffin.

While waiting for Steffy to take the stage…

You know that feeling you get when someone is staring at you? Then when you turn around usually 9 out of 10 some is staring at you. You turn around and make eye contact with this individual...and they kind of look like someone famous. All I could think was “Good God he’s the spitting image of _____” Then it hit me, “Oh…Holy fuck that’s him!”


The good ol’ ex-N’sync-er JC Chasez was standing two feet away. I almost choked on my own breath!

It was only fitting that when he left…in my own mind I serrenated “Bye, Bye, Bye”.

A surreal but nice moment at The Viper Room…