Kay Hanley

Fan_3 just sent me this video that she made. Homegirl has BALLS. I love this.

I’m just about finished packing for my flight to NY tomorrow where I will be joining the Miley Cyrus Experience for the Z100 show followed by a private event for Net Jets. To answer your obvious follow up question, no, I am not flying on a Net Jet. I have a cozy little compartment in the baggage hold of an early morning FedEx flight. This works out fine because I have a couple of Xanax, a flask of Southern Comfort and Hello Kitty sleeping bag. I’ve been told that these planes only fly at 32,000 ft so I will most likely have enough oxygen to survive the trip but even if I don’t, I will be none the wiser.

The past week was pretty eventful. Saturday, Miley played at Wango Tango, the radio fest for KIIS out here in LA. I got to see the Jonas Brothers and their band, whom I adore, as you may know. We played some new songs and we also got new wardrobe. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Candy-o and I went to the celebrity gifting suite, which is a thing that I’ve heard about, but have never gotten to partake in. In a nutshell, a bunch of retailers set up booths in a location where celebrities may or may not be and they GIVE their stuff to them in the hopes that their stuff will show up in US Weekly. Please kill me for knowing this.

free stuff? for us? no we couldn’t!

i like the jobros. they’re nice.

After the show we booked it to our van as fast as we could and blazed back to LA for Justine’s birthday party. We arrived with plenty of time to spare.

the best sister-in-law EVER

i suffered a booty shaking injury because of conroy’s dj skillz

Sunday was

Mothers Day. I had a leisurely morning with the people whom I gave birth to and the father of those people. It was lovely. USA Mike knows how much I miss the the WRKO broadcast of the Red Sox games so for that reason (among others) he got me XM radio for my car and the house. Yay.

Then Z and I went over the hill to check out the video shoot where Miley & Mandy were doing their thing. Apparently they’ve got some kind of dance feud going with the ACDC Crew so they decided to lay the smack down with a huge production. Ah, the world would be a much better place if we could all just lay down our weapons and settle our conflicts through dance battles.

 

b-girlz!!!!

 

 

 

Time for sleepy. Be back soon with reports from the weekend..

 

xok

 

 

We had a day off in Seattle so I had a few of things on my mind. Coffee, food, shopping and where to watch the Red Sox play game 4 of the World Series. I needed to focus so as soon as I got to my room I ordered a massage (which was pretty rad) and got one of these cuties to keep me company. Her name is Kimie, supposedly:

We went down to the fish market and watched the guys throw the fishes around. That bit never gets old, if you ask me. Got some lunch. Then Stacy brought me to this darling little local boutique for some humble trinkets.

Later, we ended up in a godawful bar to watch the game but there was plenty of room for all of us to hang out so that was an upside, i guess. “This place is worse than hell, but it’s so spacious!”

Because I am a broken record, I complained some more that it didn’t FEEL right to be winning so handily in the World Series. I mean, who sits around chatting and looking all chill when your team is one game away from taking it all???

Why was the idea of a sweep such a bummer for me? Because I’m a girl, that’s why. I also hate blowouts because I start feeling sorry for the other guys. Jamie kept telling me that I was being ridiculous and that the Red Sox deserved to sweep because they are the best team in baseball and the Rockies were completely outmatched, blah, blah. I knew he was right, but ahh..the suffering. Winning, especially when there is that kind of inevitability to it is never as fun as the suffering. Why is that?

But then, seeing my foxy boyfriend Jonathan Papelbon on the mound pitching strike 3 to win the World Championship made me snap out of it. Goddamn, I love the Red Sox. I’m sad that the season is over. Go Pats!!!

Here’s Ellen, Candice, Tiffany and me after game 1 in Denver.

By game 4 in Seattle, there were probably 25 of us from the tour watching the 8th & 9th innings. There are pictures of that too, but I couldn’t find my camera. It was at the bottom of my purse, of course.

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I was running around the 16th St Mall in Denver, frantically trying to finish my laundry, run errands, wrap up some work from my regular life in LA and most importantly: find a place for us to watch the Red Sox where I wouldn’t have to worry about getting into a bar fight with Rockies fans. I’m loaded up with bags, talking to Michelle on my cell phone when I see a man walking towards me with a Sox cap on. Hold on Mish.

me: “Hey! Where are you watching the game tonight?”
him: (filthy look) “Where am I watching the game?”
me: “Well, where are Sox fans watching the game?”
him: “Theahs a sick bah at Mahket and 16th called the Poah House. Go theah.”
me: “Where are you from, man?”
him: (with venom because i am an idiot) “BOSTON. Pfffft”
me: Jackpot!

So we pass the word around to everyone. Pour House it is. Even Candice, the other backup singer has found the lure of the Red Sox irresistable and went out and bought a cap yesterday. Yay Candice!!

When I saw this guy and his baby, I had to take a picture. It turns out that he is the owner of the Pour House and he did, in fact name it after the Boylston St. bar in Boston. If you’re ever in Denver and want to watch the Sox, go see Jeff at the Pour House.

They even played “Love That Dirty Water” and “Tessie” after the game while we all cheered and sang along. Of course, I drunk texted Ken Casey from the Dropkick Murphys to share that fascinating news with tears in my eyes. He didn’t seem to mind.

A good time was had by all, see?

Okay. Off to spend 2 hours doing my hair and makeup for the big show at the Pepsi Center. As a girl, I really shouldn’t have to spend that much time, but I am sort of hopeless with that stuff. Go Sox!!!

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We drove overnight from Omaha to Denver after the show, which was eerily similar to the Minneapolis, St Louis and Moline shows. What’s the opposite of disorienting? Maybe the shows are hyper-orienting, which is great for me because I thrive in sameness. Our busdriver for the tour (the unironically nicknamed “Wildman”) roused us all at about 5:30am so I begrudgingly abandoned my soft, warm bunk to make my way up to my hotel room. I was especially not stoked when Wildman informed me it was 45 degrees out. He might as well have said that it was 20 degrees below zero and then stuck a pin in my eye. I was that put upon.

Happily, I survived the 20 foot walk from the bus to the hotel and my room is lovely. These were the first things I noticed:

the view…

..and world series coverage from the opposing team’s side. weird.

Jamie, Stacy & I are all pretty excited that we get to watch games 1 & 2 here in Denver. Obviously, it would be much better if the series started here and we could wrastle us up some tickets, but hey, you can’t have everything. Although I will now begin to hate the Rockies with the heat of 1000 suns, prior to today I actually quite liked the Rockies. Also, Coors Field is my all-time favorite ballpark (aside from Fenway, of course) and I predict that Papi will crush the ball out of that park with ease into the thin air. I can’t wait!!!