russell at the roxy

dear russell brand,

you are fantastic and hilarious and adorable and charismatic and appealing to both genders and smart and charming and entertaining. your show at the roxy last night was a pleasant surprise. i have no idea how i am not disgusted by what a man-slut you are, but i'm not. i enjoyed your stories of group(ie) sex and signing your autograph (on the walls of a uterus with your spooge) and inviting people to wait for you after the show and talking about macaulay culkin and hawaii as a prison and your email to serena williams and everything else. and i love that you acknowledge, had it not been for your fame that you as a sight could be scary to the eye. i for one am ok with that hair because it's your thing.
love and stuff,
nicole

i have to admit though (and i think MAB would agree), that the night might not have been as enjoyable had it not started with us arriving at the Roxy and standing on the sidewalk three feet away from FUCKING MORRISSEY. (i have included the wiki link in case you are from planet Dipshit and aren't aware of one of the greatest songwriters ever. alive or dead.)

our conversation went something like this:

MAB: is that...?

ME: oh my god. wait. is that?

MAB: yes. that's. yeah. yes.

ME: yes. is that who i think it is?

MAB: yes. uh huh.

ME: seriously. wait. yes.

MAB: i just want to walk up and hug him from behind.

ME: oh my god.

for the rest of the night i had one of my favorite M lines floating through my head.
'when you sleep i will creep into your thoughts like a bad debt' ....best stalker line ever.

speaking of stalker, i had a good clear view of Morrissey in the VIP section for the show. i very much enjoyed watching him laugh, maybe because i didn't think it was possible.

other celebrity sightings: Brian Grazer and on of the greatest comedians ever Greg Proops.

the end.

and sorry for the overabundance of run-on sentences. sometimes i can't help it.