September 29, 2006
Ali G does D.C.

Borat brought his Kazakh-American diplomacy to D.C. this week ... and tried to meet with President Bush. Mike Grass & Co. caught him on tape
Diamond: In the buff?

What's worse than that screeching nails-on-blackboard sound? The Dustin "Screech" Diamond sex tape.
The tape starts out with Diamond in a bathtub and a girl's voice in the background telling him that "it's recording."
Later, on the video, he says: "Gentlemen, as always, I have gone above and beyond the call of duty."
Good god. Guess this means the D Shirt thing didn't work. Ugh. Are there really that many freakish nerds out there that are willing to hand over $29.95 to see some screechy arse? We. Do. Not. Want. To. See. That. Man. Nekkid.
Someone. Please. Save us by the bell.
Related:
Best reader -- ever
Why do I say that testosterone kills?
BECAUSE IT DOES, PEOPLE!
Testosterone can be bad for the brain
Orlando Sentinel, FL - Sep 28, 2006
Now, stop second-guessing me. Pfft.
Testosterone can be bad for the brain
Orlando Sentinel, FL - Sep 28, 2006
Now, stop second-guessing me. Pfft.
Blog Trivia

Illustrator Terry Colon drew a little cartoon to go along with Ana Marie Cox's new Time.com blog, Political Bite. After seeing the finished product, we've decided that Terry needs:
a. Glasses
b. A slap in the face
c. Some Tootle doodles
d. All of the above
Answer: d. All of the above (Tibor Gergely, who did the artwork for the $2.69 Little Golden Book Tootle, OWNS Terry Colon!)
September 28, 2006
BHR: Back on the blog
Yeah. I am confused. But, my little bro is back on the blogscene. So, yay!
September 27, 2006
Testosterone: Makes men dumb?
Dear Management,
Can too much testosterone really kill brain cells? Or, are most men just, well, stupid?
Dumber and dumberer,
KAC
Can too much testosterone really kill brain cells? Or, are most men just, well, stupid?
Dumber and dumberer,
KAC
KAC's Ten Commandments
Being a good girl isn't always easy -- but it is possible. Here are 10 commandments that I religiously follow:

1. Thou shalt honor thy big-headed friend's ego.

2. Thou shalt laugh at the photographer's dumb jokes.

3. Thou shalt cover thy mouth when laughing so hard that the food you just put in it is about to come back out.

4. Thou shalt serve fruit, cheese, cracker ... and chicken wings (keep the meateaters happy).

5. Thou shalt let that big, strong basketball player escort you to the bar. (They live for -- and like to play -- that game.)

6. Thou shalt love thy bartender.

7. Thou shalt cross thine eyes and goof off.

8. Thou shalt *try to* control thy temper.

9. Thou shalt know thine enemy. :-p

10. Thou shalt get cozy with thy neighbor. >;-p

1. Thou shalt honor thy big-headed friend's ego.

2. Thou shalt laugh at the photographer's dumb jokes.

3. Thou shalt cover thy mouth when laughing so hard that the food you just put in it is about to come back out.

4. Thou shalt serve fruit, cheese, cracker ... and chicken wings (keep the meateaters happy).

5. Thou shalt let that big, strong basketball player escort you to the bar. (They live for -- and like to play -- that game.)

6. Thou shalt love thy bartender.

7. Thou shalt cross thine eyes and goof off.

8. Thou shalt *try to* control thy temper.

9. Thou shalt know thine enemy. :-p

10. Thou shalt get cozy with thy neighbor. >;-p
BHR to cultivate The Hill

This week, Big Head Rob (of the Big Head Blog) ditched his personal blog and climbed up a hill, er, I mean, The Hill.
He is now armed with hoe and spade, ready to be D.C.'s next top blogger as he takes over The Hill's Congress Blog -- a job that's sure to get his hands extremely dirtaaay.
So, get out your Wellies, gossipmongers, it's about to get knee-deep. From what I hear, BHR's about to start shoveling more s#*t than your crocs can handle.
Read more ...
Mike Grass digs the dirt @ Read Express
Do this ... or that

Photo: Our biggest fan (not), Tara Reid, hits an Absolute Addiction party @ FEVER. Oh, come on, Tara, we were just kidding.
Not sure what to do this week? With a little help from some of my pals, I've put together a list of things that all the cool kids will be doing this week:
TONIGHT
STYLE magazine's party @ MIE N YU, 8:30 p.m. Need a check-up? The GWU Med School Post Exam Party (hip-hop, 80s, pop, rock) is at MEZA LUNA. .... Easel Hair Studio is throwing a Hair and Fall Fashion Show benefit for Francois-Xavier Bangoud's HIV/AIDS programs in India from 8 - 11 at the PALOMAR Hotel. ... Late night spot: My buddy Kaveh is spinning at club FIVE from 930 - midnight. Want to crash at a NYC friend's place? Check out HOME's GUESTHOUSE, a new Chelsea club -- complete with leather ceiling and black crystal chandeliers.
THURSDAY
The Last Kiss of the Summer at the downtown RITZ. Late night: After 10 p.m., the party will be at PLAY. ... Or, check out the birthday party for Aletha King, from the movie "Beerfest," at SPANK. ... Sleepless in NYC? Hit David "Dat Dude Moze" Baptiste's party at club BED (check out the rooftop, it's fab).
FRIDAY
Party at SPANK hosted by Ezra and Das. In NYC? Deep Dish's Sharam spins at CROBAR. (Psst, Ali -- who was at FLY last week -- says vote for DD on the Top 100 DJs Poll 2006.)
SATURDAY: Jet-set? Cruising at 30,000 feet can be a rush. Flyby FLY, tell Richard and DJ Dirty Hands we sent ya. ... Hotness: The new VIP lounge CHROMA.
September 26, 2006
Three sides to every story
KAC,
Pud is dissing journalists. He is saying there are 3 sides to every story: (1.) What the people involved claim happened (2.) What the journalist writes and (3.) The truth. Is this true or what?
Thanks,
Stevie G.
Stevie,
At Ask KAC, there is only one side: Mine.
Walk the line,
KAC
Wednesday: Fall Issue Launch Party!

Join STYLE magazine Wednesday, Sept. 27, from 8:30 to close in the Hong Kong Bar at Mie N Yu. We'll be celebrating the release of our fall fashion issue with special discounted cocktails (for STYLE Club members). No RSVP is necessary to attend this event. For more information, visit DC STYLE.
Giddy on up to Gold Cup!

Every fall, Washington's socialites gather on Great Meadow in The Plains, Va., to celebrate country charm, changing of the seasons, the sport of polo ... and the art of sipping champagne.
Presenting the International Gold Cup Races and D.C.'s hosts with the most: The Steeplechasers, a charity fundraising group.
>> Full story @ STYLE mag
September 22, 2006
Talk nerdy to me

Just when you thought that we'd gone all entertainment, media and snark on your asses, Kelly Ann Collins, Big Head Rob and the Rock Creek Rambler have formed a triumvirate of scientific sexiness.
Of course, normally, we like to keep our heads out of the science books, but when our good pals, Chris Mooney and Matt Nisbet decided to turn another year older, we couldn't help but host a HUGE bash for them at Science Club tonight.
And, yes, you're all invited.
Pump and dump

It's Friday, thank God. But before you run off, get drunk and wake up in a strange place ... I think we should discuss a very popular catchphrase: pump and dump.
Although this is a very creative way to describe one-night stands, it is very male-oriented. That is why I think we should dump that pumped-up, testosterone-infused, watercooler phraseology. We women deserve alternative sleazy slang for our tea-table talk, too!
New and improved!There. It's done. Now, fine ladies of the night, you, too, can use this crowd-pleasing expression . It will be the new hot trend in powder rooms across America! I can feel it. Are you pumped?
'Pump & Dump' Verbiage for Women
Not just for basement-living, messageboard-lurking socklovers anymore!
Pump: The act of putting on your pumps.
Dump: The act of ditching that guy and bolting out the door in last night's Manolo Blahnik's.
Note: I, of course, will not use this proverb in everyday life because one-night stands are VERY BAD.
Offshore Tracker
Cool tool ... The Offshore Tracker tracks which companies are outsourcing jobs overseas. Use it to view total jobs offshored and total jobs lost.
September 21, 2006
Girls will be girls

"It was Girls Night Out for the KAC Entourage Tuesday at Lima, and I know I had a great time, because it is Thursday and I am just getting over a two-day champagne hangover (with a little help from my friend, Bloody Mary)."
Vroom, vroom

One of the fine folks over at Vespa sent this pic of Lindsay Lohan to us. It was taken right before she broke her wrist last week. She'll be in a cast for six weeks, we hear. Get well soon, Lindsay.
The 3-Pointer

Here we are, having some fun with Washington Wizard Gilbert Arenas, at Diddy's private reception at Lima Tuesday night. We love Gilbert. He is nice, sweet and just exudes delicious hotness.
Diddy Goes Old School on 'Em

"Let's keep it orderly," Sean Combs warned the raucous room, " 'cuz I will send that butt to detention at Diddy High!"
... He could have used that line the night before, though, when a fracas -- complete with flying bottles of Moet (not Cristal! ) -- broke out near his table at a heavily promoted, super-crowded party at downtown nightclub Lima. Accounts from witnesses and organizers vary, though it seemed to involve a clash that began either with an overeager fan getting pushed by bodyguards or friction between celebrity entourages."
-- The Reliable Source / Diddy Goes Old School on 'Em
Carlos says ... 'peace'

We really do not understand what all the commotion at Lima was about Tuesday night. Obviously, Carlos Rogers is all about peace.How'd he end up in a middle of a VIP bubbly joust?
In other news ... 50 Cent & Diddy Make Peace
Like a Virgin
The place to be this weekend? Pure and simple: The Virgin Festival by Virgin Mobile in Baltimore. Here is the schedule. Go ahead, rock on with your virtuous selves. ;-D
ARTISTS: The Red Hot Chili Peppers | The Who | The Killers | Flaming Lips | The Raconteurs | Gnarls Barkley | Scissor Sisters | Thievery Corporation | Clap Your Hands Say Yeah | New Pornographers | Drive-by Truckers | Kasabian | Brazilian Girls | Wolfmother | DJ Tent | Tiesto | John Digweed | Carl Cox | RJD2 | 2 Many DJs | James Holden
ARTISTS: The Red Hot Chili Peppers | The Who | The Killers | Flaming Lips | The Raconteurs | Gnarls Barkley | Scissor Sisters | Thievery Corporation | Clap Your Hands Say Yeah | New Pornographers | Drive-by Truckers | Kasabian | Brazilian Girls | Wolfmother | DJ Tent | Tiesto | John Digweed | Carl Cox | RJD2 | 2 Many DJs | James Holden
Diddy vs. Redskins?
Here are the Top 5 things that eyewitnesses say went wrong on the third floor of Lima last night:
Note: Several Wizards basketball players were at the private party, but they were good boys, and did not get involved in the brawl.
Then Diddy rolled into our area carrying a bottle of Moet {rose} champagne (we were at the table by the DJ booth). He looked like he was ready to get his party on (I guess he was ready for Round Two?!), but instead of kicking back Diddy took over the DJ booth -- mic in one hand, bubbly in the other -- and started rapping.
We have no idea what he was rapping about. We could not understand a word he was saying. Why? Because Diddy was drunk. But the crowd didn't care, everyone was excited to see him. Camera phones were a clickin', everyone was dancing and the drinks were flowing.
And then, we all lived happily ever after. The End.
1. Around midnight, someone made a threat to Diddy along the lines of "I'm gonna kill you," which put Diddy's security on edge.When Lima's security came upstairs, Diddy's bodyguards started threatening them, one of our friends said. As a result, Lima security kicked Diddy's security out -- along with the Carlos Rogers entourage. Continued ... Then Lima security called the police and made everyone leave the third floor. Diddy and Carlos were allowed to stay in the club.
2. Some guy walked up to Diddy's table around 2 a.m. and put his arm around Diddy.
3. Diddy's security tackled the guy.
4. Several Redskin underlings, who were at Redskin Carlos Rogers' table (next to Diddy's), got involved.
5. Lots of people jumped in and started using bottles of Moet and Cristal champagne at each other.
Note: Several Wizards basketball players were at the private party, but they were good boys, and did not get involved in the brawl.
Then Diddy rolled into our area carrying a bottle of Moet {rose} champagne (we were at the table by the DJ booth). He looked like he was ready to get his party on (I guess he was ready for Round Two?!), but instead of kicking back Diddy took over the DJ booth -- mic in one hand, bubbly in the other -- and started rapping.
We have no idea what he was rapping about. We could not understand a word he was saying. Why? Because Diddy was drunk. But the crowd didn't care, everyone was excited to see him. Camera phones were a clickin', everyone was dancing and the drinks were flowing.
And then, we all lived happily ever after. The End.
September 20, 2006
Ding Dong! Mercurial is Dead!
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, Mercurial is dead.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Wake up, Mercurial is dead!
You see, fine KAC readers, I've had a REVELATION. (Boom! Boom! Boom!)
I've just returned from a sobering week of grooming horses and mucking stalls at a gentleman's manor in Middleburg, Virginia. And I did not miss the hollow affairs, hateful bloggers, or awful hangovers.
So, I'm clicking my ruby slippers and drifting to another Oz.
Farewell,
Mercurial
P.S. Always remember, there is no place like home.
Wake up, Mercurial is dead.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Wake up, Mercurial is dead!
You see, fine KAC readers, I've had a REVELATION. (Boom! Boom! Boom!)
I've just returned from a sobering week of grooming horses and mucking stalls at a gentleman's manor in Middleburg, Virginia. And I did not miss the hollow affairs, hateful bloggers, or awful hangovers.
So, I'm clicking my ruby slippers and drifting to another Oz.
Farewell,
Mercurial
P.S. Always remember, there is no place like home.
Shirt? Don't Mean Diddly

Diddy was seen in D.C. today in what appears to be the same shirt and bling he was wearing last night. Rough night, Diddy?
Diddy do it?
Yes Diddy did it, alright. And we were there.
Overall, we had a good time last night (I mean, come on, it's us, we could have fun anywhere). But, let me tell you, Diddy was a dud, and his bash was a bust.
I dunno, maybe it's a D-thang, but can't he go out without getting into trouble? Continued ...
We arrived at Lima around 11 p.m. and were escorted in and adorned with the bracelets that would grant us entrance to Lima's third floor, where the "private Diddy reception," hosted by Marc Barnes (the owner of Love a.k.a. Dream Nightclub), would start around midnight.
As we waited for Diddy, we were dancing, singing and champagning. In other words, it was a typical night out on the town for the KAC entourage. We were having a fabulous time by the DJ booth on the club's first floor, where Absolute Addiction was hosting its party.
But then we got the word that Diddy was in the house, so we went up to the private reception.
It started out great. We were having cocktails and schmoozing with big, tall, gorgeous Wizards basketball players. But when we decided we'd like to go and say hello to Diddy, things took a turn ... a very bad turn.
The bouncer (who was from Love, brought in as extra security by Marc Barnes for the event), who was guarding the stairs that went up to the third floor's VIP area, was a real jerk. A real racist jerk. He would not let my friends and I up the stairs and physically pushed us aside as he let girls with darker skin than ours enter the VIP area.
Seriously. And we were not the only ones that noticed. Even one of the Wizards said the situation was whacked. I asked the bouncer if we should have gone to the tanning salon before hitting the party since it seemed like he was not into the "white bitches."
(Hmm, or maybe we are bitches? I dunno. Lol. Biatch!)
When we were ready to turn around and leave, one of the Wizards' girlfriends, who Mercurial befriended, pulled rank and got us in. Then, we saw one of Gillette's friends, who had a table beside Diddy's, so we crossed the velvet ropes, and hung out at his table.
The table area was nice, but within minutes that place had become so crammed that the crowd outside the velvet ropes was beginning to overflow into the table areas. Gillette accidentally bumped into a girl who screamed "Don't touch me, bitch!" And we were like ... "whoa."
Note the bitch reference ... again. Meow!! >:-O
Then, a girl bumped into me and I almost fell.
As she bumped into me, I bumped into Diddy's rope. Immediately, one of Diddy's security guys started yelling at me. "You are going to knock it over!" (He was referring to the pole that was holding the rope.) And then someone else fell into me and knocked me down into a chair. Then the security guy yelled at me again. That is when I said it was time to leave. I wanted to be back on the first level at the Absolute Addiction party. I just love those AA guys.
Yeah, so that was it. I said "F--- Diddy. I'm out!"
I asked my friends if they wanted to go back downstairs to our table, but Mercurial and Gillette stayed.
As I was walking out of the private area, I heard some commotion and some people came running down the stairs. I stopped and tried to call Mercurial to make sure she was OK. Then, as more people left, I figured that things were OK, and that Diddy must've been on his way out. (When the stars walk, so do the groupies.) So, I went downstairs to our table.
Within a minute, the downstairs became really crowded, it seemed like everyone was trying to get down to the first floor -- and several of the people had bottles of champagne.
Then there was all of this buzz about a big fight that was happening up at Diddy's private party. We were like -- "What the ...?!" My friends came running down, saying that people up at the private party were throwing bottles of champagne at each other.
What the hell? Nothing like that has ever happened at Lima before.
Overall, we had a good time last night (I mean, come on, it's us, we could have fun anywhere). But, let me tell you, Diddy was a dud, and his bash was a bust.
I dunno, maybe it's a D-thang, but can't he go out without getting into trouble? Continued ...
We arrived at Lima around 11 p.m. and were escorted in and adorned with the bracelets that would grant us entrance to Lima's third floor, where the "private Diddy reception," hosted by Marc Barnes (the owner of Love a.k.a. Dream Nightclub), would start around midnight.
As we waited for Diddy, we were dancing, singing and champagning. In other words, it was a typical night out on the town for the KAC entourage. We were having a fabulous time by the DJ booth on the club's first floor, where Absolute Addiction was hosting its party.
But then we got the word that Diddy was in the house, so we went up to the private reception.
It started out great. We were having cocktails and schmoozing with big, tall, gorgeous Wizards basketball players. But when we decided we'd like to go and say hello to Diddy, things took a turn ... a very bad turn.
The bouncer (who was from Love, brought in as extra security by Marc Barnes for the event), who was guarding the stairs that went up to the third floor's VIP area, was a real jerk. A real racist jerk. He would not let my friends and I up the stairs and physically pushed us aside as he let girls with darker skin than ours enter the VIP area.
Seriously. And we were not the only ones that noticed. Even one of the Wizards said the situation was whacked. I asked the bouncer if we should have gone to the tanning salon before hitting the party since it seemed like he was not into the "white bitches."
(Hmm, or maybe we are bitches? I dunno. Lol. Biatch!)
When we were ready to turn around and leave, one of the Wizards' girlfriends, who Mercurial befriended, pulled rank and got us in. Then, we saw one of Gillette's friends, who had a table beside Diddy's, so we crossed the velvet ropes, and hung out at his table.
The table area was nice, but within minutes that place had become so crammed that the crowd outside the velvet ropes was beginning to overflow into the table areas. Gillette accidentally bumped into a girl who screamed "Don't touch me, bitch!" And we were like ... "whoa."
Note the bitch reference ... again. Meow!! >:-O
Then, a girl bumped into me and I almost fell.
As she bumped into me, I bumped into Diddy's rope. Immediately, one of Diddy's security guys started yelling at me. "You are going to knock it over!" (He was referring to the pole that was holding the rope.) And then someone else fell into me and knocked me down into a chair. Then the security guy yelled at me again. That is when I said it was time to leave. I wanted to be back on the first level at the Absolute Addiction party. I just love those AA guys.
Yeah, so that was it. I said "F--- Diddy. I'm out!"
I asked my friends if they wanted to go back downstairs to our table, but Mercurial and Gillette stayed.
As I was walking out of the private area, I heard some commotion and some people came running down the stairs. I stopped and tried to call Mercurial to make sure she was OK. Then, as more people left, I figured that things were OK, and that Diddy must've been on his way out. (When the stars walk, so do the groupies.) So, I went downstairs to our table.
Within a minute, the downstairs became really crowded, it seemed like everyone was trying to get down to the first floor -- and several of the people had bottles of champagne.
Then there was all of this buzz about a big fight that was happening up at Diddy's private party. We were like -- "What the ...?!" My friends came running down, saying that people up at the private party were throwing bottles of champagne at each other.
What the hell? Nothing like that has ever happened at Lima before.
Diddy: Puffed Out
Diddy's "performance" at Lima last night went up in smoke.
Just when the starstruck swarm of partygoers realized he was on the mic, Diddy disappeared.
After he uttered a few of his signature "Uh...Uh's", he "rapped" about 14 gawkish words. And then he was gone.
So, did Diddy's ditty make me want to run out and buy his new CD?
"UH...UH"...No.
He doesn't mean diddly to me.
Just when the starstruck swarm of partygoers realized he was on the mic, Diddy disappeared.
After he uttered a few of his signature "Uh...Uh's", he "rapped" about 14 gawkish words. And then he was gone.
So, did Diddy's ditty make me want to run out and buy his new CD?
"UH...UH"...No.
He doesn't mean diddly to me.
September 19, 2006
Where's Diddy?

Diddy was hanging with teens at Benjamin Franklin High School in Philadelphia today. We'll let you know when the Diddy has landed in our fine city. Stay tuned!
Diddy do it?

Yes, Diddy really did book some tables at Lima. And, he really is hosting a party there TONIGHT. So, Puff this, Daddy.
The Diddy Party
Who: Diddy and his entourage
What: Private party hosted by Absolute Addiction
When: Tuesday, Sept. 19, 2006
Where: Lima, 1401 K Street NW, WDC
Why: Because he can.
Read more ...
Diddy party at Lima [STYLE]
TUESDAY LIMA invitation [AA Newsletter]
"Breakup" Etiquette 101

Dear Recent Dumpees,
Now, now. It's not THAT bad.
Even Mercurial knows how it feels to be the victim of unrequited love -- kicked to the curb like stinky week-old rubbish. (Oooh, that smell? Can't you smell that smell?) So, I can easily relate to the heart-wrenching agony of your defeat.
Yeah, of course it sucks to be dumped. But lets brush the cigar ashes and banana peels from our trousers and paddle back to the dating pool with a LITTLE dignity, shall we?
Take my advice. DON'T seek closure by trying to have some "final talk" with your ex.
Trust me, it's pointless.
And know that only the feeblest of fools make multiple contact attempts. Remember, your ex KNOWS where to find you. He or she just doesn't want to.
Take one of KAC's exes**, for example. He keeps trying to contact our beloved KAC in a sad attempt to discover "what went wrong?" Puh-leeze.
(Enter buffoon, stage right.)
While I am certain that his recent "breakup" with Ms. KAC was devastating to his ego and -- perhaps more importantly -- his Rolodex, he should let it go and remember that whatever "connection" they had is now nothing more than ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Yep, that disco inferno burned, baby.
Picture Steve McQueen's Towering Inferno. Only higher flames and more shattered glass.
So, MAN UP. Stop calling, texting, IMing and sending smoke signals to your ex and his/her friends.
It's pathetic, sweetie. NOT about the good times.
Instead, say "Godspeed" and blaze on down love's often blistering highway. Only this time, remember to wear your G-Extreme gear.
Until we meet again,
Mercurial
**Names have been withheld to protect the guilty.
Meet Diddy's personal assistant
Did you know that Diddy is all about pulling pranks? Well, he is. Watch.
He's blinding me with science.
Someone forwarded a Discovery Institute (WTF?!) article about my sponge man to us. And, quite frankly, we're confused.
The article says:
SEATTLE -- In his book The Republican War on Science, Chris Mooney declares war on intelligent design, calling it a "reactionary crusade" promoted by "[s]cience abusers." Discovery Institute now responds to Mooney's war on intelligent design (ID) by publishing a detailed report, "Whose War Is It, Anyway? Exposing Chris Mooney's Attack on Intelligent Design," documenting 14 major errors Mooney makes when writing about ID in his book.Reactionary crusade? Intelligent design? Science abusers? Republican war?
It all sounds so scientific. So, well, boring.
Now, we know what intelligent design is (because we looked it up @ dictionary.com). Uh, but could someone fill us in on the rest?
Wait a minute ... are we the revenge of the nerds, or what?
Madonna: A lucky star?
Russia voted against allowing Madonna to add astronaut to her resume -- at least, under its supervision.
Although the Material Girl had the support of 52 legislators, the motion to launch the pop star was overwhelmingly defeated. Her consolation prize? Being proclaimed "under the influence of the devil" by some Orthodox Christians in Russia, Seed reports.
Too bad. She woulda looked smokin' hot, chillin' at the International Space Station, in a space suit.
Although the Material Girl had the support of 52 legislators, the motion to launch the pop star was overwhelmingly defeated. Her consolation prize? Being proclaimed "under the influence of the devil" by some Orthodox Christians in Russia, Seed reports.
Too bad. She woulda looked smokin' hot, chillin' at the International Space Station, in a space suit.
September 18, 2006
Un-Sedated
Today, I am ready to CONQUER the world!
Amazing what three days of sobriety will do to a gal. (Resting up for Diddy's BASH.)
Until we meet again,
Mercurial
Random question: What do you FEAR most?
Amazing what three days of sobriety will do to a gal. (Resting up for Diddy's BASH.)
Until we meet again,
Mercurial
Random question: What do you FEAR most?
Puff this, daddy.

Dear Jet-Setters,
Diddy's coming to town -- and this Tuesday night, the KAC entourage is going to party down with the rap world's Bad Boy.
The private, invite-only party will be held at Lima and security will be tight -- no guestlist. In other words, don't even try to wiggle your way in via super-short skirt, Miss Thang. You will be thrown out by management.
Dear KAC,
Is there any hope of getting into the Puff Daddy party at all?
Jen R.
Well, you could beg me. Or, you could make like P. Diddy and book a table, which would be easier. Call Ezra at 571-220-8464. The rap star's crew has already taken a couple of tables (near Lima's downstairs D.J. booth). So, I suggest you get your booty on it quickly.
Hate me now,
KAC
Absolute Addiction [VIP table booking]
Lima [Official site]
Latin Lover [Daily Candy]
New name for Puffy, P. Diddy [CNN]
September 16, 2006
Lindsay breaks wrist

Lindsay Lohan fractured her wrist yesterday when she slipped outside Milk Studios in NYC. She was immediately taken to St. Vincent's Hospital, according to Access Hollywood.
Photo: Taken Thursday at Da Silvano.
The Chris Matthews Party

From the our sister blog ...
"We helped the ever-affable Chris Matthews ring in the fifth season of his NBC political talkshow last night on the rooftop of the Hay-Adams Hotel overlooking the White House.
The views were spectacular. The drinks were aplenty. And the guest list was gorgeous (We rubbed elbows with Tim Russert, Ben Bradlee, Christopher Hitchens, Roxanne Roberts, Andrew Sullivan, Kelly Ann Collins, Ana Marie Cox, Patrick Gavin, Nora O'Donnell and Jeff Dufour -- not to mention Sens. John McCain, John Warner and George Allen.)
Hardball's David Shuster was nowhere in sight, but he told us before the party that several NBC employees and journalists were not invited in order to keep the event exclusive. Thank goodness, we didn't want to see the likes of Brian Williams or Matt Lauer in our presence.
Read more ...
- A Merry Matthews Anniversary - Rob Capriccioso, Big Head Rob
- Wonks, Yes; Flacks or Hacks, No - Amy Argetsinger, Reliable Source
September 14, 2006
Keep Your London Bridge Up, Fergie!
Since the day the song "London Bridge" by Fergie started getting airplay -- not only on the radio mind you, but also the million of times its music video has been aired on MTV -- it has just been annoying me. Increasingly.Quoting the Black Eyed Peas (of which Fergie is a member) from the recent 2006 MTV Video Music Awards, after winning the award for Best Hip Hop Video, ..."This is for all those who said that Positive Hip Hop is dead!"
Now, back to Miss "Fergie Ferg" and her "London Bridge."
For those of you that aren't up to snuff with street, hippity hoppity lingo... In the song, when she sings about her "London Bridge" wanting to come down, she is referring to her underwear.
Shocking? No. Controversial? Eh ... Not in this day and age. Positive Hip Hop? My arse.
Yes, I would love to know how a bunch of little pre-teen girls, who make up most of the MTV audience, singing about their "london bridges" wanting to come down, is such a positive message.
But, thats an ancient argument ... and yes, I am quite aware that nothing is going to change, so why bother right? Then again, let's not forget the time, not too long ago, when dear old Fergie still wet her dear London Bridges onstage.

That London Bridge has sunk.
Sponge-worthy man?
So, I've been told that this guy, Chris, has a crush on me.He came to my birthday party last month. Big Head Rob said the guy was all about jumping my bones.
So, I Googled him. Interesting bio.
Chris was named one of Wired magazine's 10 sexiest geeks and he has a blog (who doesn't?). He also wrote a NYT best-seller, which he recently talked about on The Daily Show.
This is not a scientific poll or anything, but what do you all think: Is Chris sponge-worthy -- or not?
September 13, 2006
Don't cha wish ur GF was a freak like me?

- I tripped on my way home from Starbucks yesterday and almost became a socialite sandwich, smooshed between a Metro bus and a Toyota on Connecticut Avenue. I blame my funky platform shoes ... and imaginary robo-dog.
- Is your shampoo making you fat? Parabens might just be the devil. Keep an eye out for them. [Green Guide]
- Chris Matthews' party is coming soon. Big Head Rob is going to be my "date" for the evening (he's married, people, don't worry -- no funny business). Just got word that Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton and John McCain are on the list. Yay. We *heart* Hillary.
- The WWW realizes: Christina wanted Britney at the 2003 VMAs. "I was up for kissing Britney, but Britney wasn't. Although she had nothing against kissing Madonna," Christina said. [idontlikeyouinthatway.com]
- Trying to prevent getting sloshed and pinching your co-workers butt at the next company function? Make sure you eat some food beforehand. And then, try having two glasses of water for each *real* drink you have. (OK, right, I know ... that's a stretch. If you cannot do two, do one.) Oh, and ladies, trust me on this one: Don't try to keep up with the boys. You'll lose. [my friend dave]
- Uh, so what cha gonna do with that old cell phone? Well, you donate it, silly rabbit. Most mobile service providers have have drop boxes for used cell phones in their stores to collect old phones for charities that provide phones programmed with emergency contacts for domestic violence victims. [wirelessfoundation.org]
- Saturday is the Capital Club's Swine on a Vine event at Potomac Polo Club. Last year's raged like a wild beast. Wait a minute ... are you guys really roasting a pig this year? [Capital Club]
- A big yahhhoooo to DCist, which celebrates it second anniversary this week. Congrats!! [gmail from Mike Grass]
- Also this week, the British Forces come to town to try to out-polo us. There is a big VIP after-party afterward at an undisclosed location (sorry). This will be a great event. Prince William, dahling, you have no idea what you've been missing. [USA vs. England] [invite.pdf]
Star-Crossed or Wanderous Star?
Surely you remember Romeo and Juliet's tale of woe -- unless of course you dozed off during high school English class or missed the offbeat film version with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes.
(Is it just me or did DiCaprio look ENCHANTING in that hauberk?)
You see, Shakespeare's young lovers were doomed to fail (a.k.a. "star-crossed") because cosmic forces predetermined their destiny. Well, I'm here to tell ya that the alignment of Mercurial's stars may be equally cataclysmic.
That's right. I, like most humans with a heart and soul, hope to find my one true love. Yet my relationship resume reads more like Scarlet and Rhett's than Nicky and Terry's. (Now THAT was an affair to remember.)
I've been a relationship jumper for most of my life, leaping faithfully from one long serious affair to another. And when in each relationship, I ponder, self-reflect. I see the best in him and the worst in him and try to accept them both. I listen to my inner voice intently. And I refuse to settle.
Because I learned long ago that you can't change anyone but yourself.
I pay close attention to the reaction of my dreams, or the messages hidden in my nightmares. And before I beat the bones of the affair into dust, I choose to walk alone. And once I decide to leave, there's no turning back.
A civilization crumbles.
I've owned about four beds, five sets of flatware and one dog. (Leaving the dog was the hardest part.)
Why do my relationships fail, you ask? Perhaps I am a wandering star, destined to roam the universe alone. Well, I certainly hope not.
Because even Mercurial wants to settle down -- SOME DAY. (I think.) And these violent delights have violent ends.
So, I prefer to think that it's because I'm too damn honest -- or insightful -- depends who you ask. I reveal nothing but the truth. The humorous (yet frightening) quirks. The delicate combination of panic and fearlessness. I'm bold, I speak my mind, and I never lie about my preference to not sleep alone.
And despite my track record of broken hearts and dreams, I'll never stop believing in my ability to love. Honestly. Deeply. Without regret -- unless, of course, I need to pretend to be the conventional woman perceived to be the perfect wife. I can only hope that such archaic convictions are gone with the wind.
Having a ball

Jamie Foxx likes to Play hard. Really hard. And that's why we like him.
After he was out, painting the District red as he serenaded young clubgoers at Play Lounge Saturday night, Jamie was still up for more fun and games.
Here he is at Monday night's football game between the Minnesota Vikings and the Washington Redskins with Tom Cruise.
Katie Holmes was there as well. She was very happy and sweet (as usual), standing by her baby's daddy on the sidelines.
By the way, Tom: get a freaking haircut. >:-p
September 12, 2006
Celebs at Play
Who was at Play Lounge Saturday night?
Dan Snyder, owner of the Washington Redskins and multi-platinum-selling R&B singer and comedian Jamie Foxx.
As soon as we saw Dan we wanted to ask him about his cheerleaders. But then Jamie grabbed the DJ's mic and started serenading the crowd! No joke.
We were having so much fun we forgot to ask Dan if he could pump up the Redskinette's budget. Ergh! Sorry, girls.
Dan Snyder, owner of the Washington Redskins and multi-platinum-selling R&B singer and comedian Jamie Foxx.
As soon as we saw Dan we wanted to ask him about his cheerleaders. But then Jamie grabbed the DJ's mic and started serenading the crowd! No joke.
We were having so much fun we forgot to ask Dan if he could pump up the Redskinette's budget. Ergh! Sorry, girls.
Ultra CHROMA

For those of you that just need to satisfy the urge to see and be seen, we've got a new hotspot for you.
This Saturday bears witness to the grand opening of "Chroma," the latest entrant to the D.C. lounge scene. Chroma, on the penthouse level of UltraBar (formerly Home Nightclub) has been newly renovated and designed -- and, in my opinion, looks like a hybrid of Lima and EyeBar.
And of course, my instincts were right in thinking so, since the architects are one and the same as those who designed Lima Restaurant and Lounge. All that wood and green just made it obvious.
This Saturday's Grand Opening Party is hosted by Absolute Addiction -- the former local, now nationwide-expanding promotion group, that offers incentives for members who RSVP on the AA website.
We hear there will be complimentary admission before midnight and VIP Access, along with drink specials to boot. Priority entrance will be given to those with table reservations. To book a table, visit the AA site or call 703.751.8563. (Oh, and rumor has it that Miss KAC is on the guestlist. She is one of those people that likes to see and be seen on the scene in her chrome high heels).
See more sneak preview shots of the new lounge here, here, here and here.
Thank you and have a nice day,
Management
P.S. Is it me, or are venue names becoming pretty redundant sounding?
Sake party, anyone?

Ever feel like chilling out, 1960's Hong Kong lounge-style? Now you can. Right here in D.C.
In fact, one of the hottest parties of the week happens right upstairs from one of the hippest sushi bars in the area: Dragonfly.
Read more today @ STYLE ...
International Gold Cup

Join us in The Steeplechasers' tent on Members' Hill Oct. 21 at the International Gold Cup @ Great Meadow.
Get your tickets now. Visit Steeplechasers.net, which is finally up (sorry guys, my fault ... I've been slammmmed). ;-)
29E: So not VIP

We've been wondering: what happened with the whole 29E complaint? We hope he at least got a letter of apology. Ick.