Friday Frivolity: You can't be serious...

Okay, wow. I was all set to post on the wonderful evening I had at the AFI Discovery Silverdocs Guggenheim Symposium last night listening to venerable filmmakers Chris Hegedus and D A Pennebaker ("War Room," "Monterrey Pop") talk about cinema verite, but like a true junkie, I got one look at this and can't stop watching. Really? There are no words.  Oh yes there are: "Release me from my cage. I belong on center stage." Um, riiight. I think Hegedus and Pennebaker could have a field day with this one....

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Housewives and Cupcakes, Naughty and Nice

I actually had something else planned for you all today, but because my friend (and MoCo native) Kelly Collis of CityShopGirl was on the radio talking about my two current obsessions, tomorrow's premiere of the Real Housewives of D.C. and D.C. Cupcakes (about Georgetown Cupcake, which I was eating again last night), I decided to leave you with this clip with a little parting spin of my own (I'll be in L.A. for all the premiere/premier party hubbub). Though the gate-crashing, wine-tossing Salahis may be good promo material, I am more intrigued by the nice, "normal" appearing Stacie. She seems a little less predictable. I'm riveted by the dirt, but need a little side of nice. And I also enjoy shopping the District Sample Sale, Housewife Mary Amons' cause, and am curious to see any hints of that crowd in action. Oh, and back to those cupcakes... Just talked to someone last night who reports that there ARE indeed lines in Bethesda. Long ones full of people who need last-minute birthday treats or who have traveled all the way up the coast for a cupcake. Too bad they waited till closing time to get in line and had to be turned away. Hey, TLC, can't you go out to the unscripted squabblers trying to push into the doors? MUCH more fun than doing that signature swirl.

Posh Spice, Baby Spice, Scary Spicy Housewives

As we wait in eager anticipation of Thursday's Real Housewives of D.C. premiere, we already feel like we're in it to win it--the "scary housewives" prize that is. (Posh Spice--N.Y.; Baby Spice--O.C.; Sporty Spice--N.J.; Atlanta--Ginger) So far, trailers have revealed one indignant wifey (of a photographer) who can't believe the POTUS didn't RSVP to their invite (Afghanistan be damned! No jobs? Who cares? There's a party going on). There are also reports of a man-on-woman wine toss in L.A. (White House gate-crasher Salahi husband peevish at model agency owner tosses red wine all over her dress.) Ugh. There's even squabbling behind the scenes about which premier/premiere party is the REAL one, and did I detect a a whiff of a fake British accent? Washington can be bland. Powerbrokers just don't toss enough wine (in public anyway), which is why we need this little D.C. behind-the-scenes escapist fantasyland to break up the monotony of stiff upper lips, discretion and, well, power.  The heated players bubbling beneath the surface look to be far more entertaining, albeit a tad scary sometimes. Can't wait to see bright-spot appearances by style man Paul Wharton, charming celebrity hairstylist Ted Gibson (interviewed on this very blog-LOVE him) and other familiar faces and places. As T.O. says, "Get your popcorn ready!" We're in it for the long haul.