2.4.09 - Perez Hilton Prepare To Be Dethroned

My dream has finally become a reality. Jeff has set me up with my very own blog to chronicle my star sightings. Anyone who knows me knows I am obsessed with celebrities & reality TV. Shit, I've had a subscription to US Weekly practically since birth. I'll chronicle my L.A celeb sightings, restaurant reviews, and whatever the hell I want, cause it's my blog!

This week, J. C. and I are in Santa Monica at The Fairmont Miramar. Despite the fact that it took me 20 mins to find the wing to my hotel room, and I had to be aided by a bartender and then a bellman only to find my room was the very last room down what looks like a hallway straight out of "The Shining", the hotel is quite pretty. (boy on the tricycle, I'm keeping my eyes out for you.)

Upon check-in, I spied Katherine McPhee behind me. The sad part is I recognized her 20+ years older husband, Nick Cokas, first (I told you I read too many mags!). She is absolutely beautiful in person. Maybe they saw me staring, but Nick told her to sit down in the lobby. I wanted to say "Look douche, I'm only staring because she's the first celeb I've seen in weeks. She's famous for um, American Idol. So get your panties out of your ass, and be glad I'm giving her a second glance". But, we all know I'm a polite girl so tht dialogue existed only inside my head.

Now, I consider myself somewhat of an idiot savant when it comes to celebrities. I can see someone from 50 ft away and tell you they guest starred on "Beverly Hills 90210" on the episode when Donna lost her virginity to David Silver. So, imagine my shock when at breakfast J. said "Look, at the seat in the very back. It's the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The guy who sprayed Windex on everything."



Isn't this my job? I mean, I was dubbed " ZoGar the celebrity blogger" back before I even had a blog. THEN, last night at dinner J. said "Don't look now, but look at the woman in white at the last table". Now, I was hoping it was someone good, because I had to go out of my way to stand up and look because I am such a midge I could not see over the other tables. I looked and was like "Yeah? Who is it?" To me it just looked like a woman with bad Restalyne injections in her lips. He was like "Duh, it's the psychiatrist from Lethal Weapon." J. is trying to take my job from me! I better step up my game, keep my eyes peeled.




(Honestly, would you ever recognize her in a pizza joint?)