Making Out With My Cell Phone

I missed last week's finale of "The Amazing Race" and had to tape it, so I'd been avoiding any spoiler news. I made it an entire week without hearing a peep from the internet, the television, or any live person. Which, when you think about it only means that I'm the only person on earth who watches this show, much less cares about the outcome of the All-Stars edition. To a lesser degree, I should have also taken the hint that it might have been the most boring finale ever, with the completely nondescript team winning over the endearing, tough-as-nails blonds and the team with a little person and her weird cousin who gained random thick accents whenever they talked to a foreign person or taxi driver.

Big letdown. I do not, however, fear that the ANTM finale tomorrow will bear similarly yawn-inducing results. If for no other reason than we will mostly likely be three White Russians to the wind by the time Trya announces a winner. Look: if you aren't planning on drinking White Russians at your finale party tomorrow, something has gone horribly wrong with the part of your brain that thinks up themed food. It's okay, there's still time to purchase the Kahlua and vodka. Which just leaves the rest of the party food. Any ideas? Dionne's Mean Texas Chili? Jasleen's Spicy Tamales? Rene's "I'm Doin' This For My Kid's Future" Pawned Pearl Cookies?

After several summers during high school and college spent hostessing at various restaurants, I swore I would never get behind the podium again. But that's exactly what I did Sunday night, ushering people to their tables, handing out menus, and pushing extra chairs up to accommodate big parties. But this time, it was raising money for breast cancer, which made everything alright. The drinking ladies group I'm in, LUPEC, puts on a "Breakfast for Boobs" every year, where a local diner donates their space and some cooks and we strap on aprons and make our husbands and boyfriends bus tables. The money raised goes to breast cancer organizations (the big one, and a great local one that donates therapeutic massages to women going through breast cancer treatments). It was actually a lot of fun, though I think the fact that all the customers were friendly and supportive and not cranky and demanding makes all the difference in the world.

While I'm still only one of two Bunnette videos up there, I got an email from Crazy Legs that strongly suggested there would be entries up soon by ladies named Pink Snow, Trixie, and Dani. Crazy Legs works at the Penthouse Executive Club. My ego doesn't want to talk about it right now.