Well twist my ankles and call me Loretta--I guess Michael Jackson really DID make an unexpected appearance at his little sister's show in Portland! Or, at least lots of folks have written in to swear that they saw him there. But then, lots of folks claim to have seen the face of Christ on stale corn tortillas. Whatever the case, I extend my sincerest condolences to the hapless souls who crossed paths with the horrific mass of plastique and glue that was once the "King of Pop," and I wish you all a speedy recovery. Jamma.Speaking of scary celebrities: Astute readers will recall that spooky Rose McGowan has been lurking around town this summer. While I assumed that Rose's visits stemmed from simple nostalgia (the teeny-bopping Bride of Satan used to attend art school in these parts), it turns out that Rose's "very pretty and modest" mommy is a LOCAL, and even works at Microsoft! Ergo, we can expect to see much more of Macabre Miss McGowan than perhaps any of us would care to.
I dang near piddled my britches when I heard that gorgeous, fabulous Claire Danes was spotted at the Crocodile last week. I love her SO MUCH! But then--whoops, silly me!--I realized that I was really thinking KIRSTEN DUNST. Not that I'd turn my nose up at Claire. It's just that SHE wasn't the best darn thing in Interview With a Vampire, a movie which I loved out of respect for my pseudo-gothic Anne Rice-obsessed childhood, even though it SUCKED DONKEY DICK. In the plus column, Claire was at the Crocodile because her über-sexy Australian musical man-bitch Ben Lee was performing there, and a Claire/Ben combo is more than enough to make me water my dungarees.
No din-din for David: "What the hell good is star power if you can't even USE it?" the haughty, unidentified spokeswoman for the Dave Matthews Band huffed when the server at Wild Ginger coolly informed her that she couldn't possibly seat all nine members of the band and their various hangers-on. The wait for a table was over two hours! But Vin Baker and a "radiant" Helen Hunt (having been clever enough to make reservations, Dave!) both managed to score tables at the WG last week. Vin, "covered in diamonds" and "chillin" with his posse of boyz and foxy mammas" dropped a cool thousand smackers on dinner, while foxy mama Hunt (who was staying at the Inn at the Market, by the way) dined with an unidentified yet delectable "piece of meat." There are no reports on how much she spent, however--for dinner OR the boy.
