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(More blog entries from kellykelly)

Okay, I need to start with Mean Red & Good Peoples.  Best email address subscription: their mailing list.  You want to dance? Done.  You want to party at the Yard? Done.  Things We Jock is my Daily Beast Cheat Sheet to hell yeah.

Shels.  Oh Shels.  Misunderstood Shels.  Some people loved Shels, some people hated it.  Well Roslyn and Nick got the last laugh on the haters with their on-going packed residency at Joe’s Pub with shout outs by the New York Times. 

The Junior Board.  Oh. My. Gawd.  These people rock my world.  Last year we almost didn’t host the Gala.  Two weeks before the Gala we came 4 hours away from canceling the whole event.  And then we changed our focus and everything turned fantastic - overnight – and all because of them.  This year we already knew what we wanted out of the Gala and watching it all come together was amazing.  To their credit, they took the time to outline what we can do even better for next year - more booze, credit card processing – all these things to make your experience better. Gala 2010 people.

Karaoke Killed the Cat.  Yes, Chris is my brother and Lord Easy is the plus one to my Sugarman but how many people can take actually karaoke worldwide and make it cool.  Latvia is the new Staten Island – and they’ll be in both – plus headlining the private party for the Newport Film Festival and their residency at Le Poisson Rouge in June on the same night.  For that alone – for being two places at once and killing it:  Swag.

New York Noise.  I love New York Noise. I stay up late for New York Noise – hours spent afterward inspired by the music and the old fashion art of still making indy music videos downloading bands and videos that you can only see there.  New on the iPhone: Animal Collective “My Girls”, Passion Pit “Sleepyhead” and Lykke Li “Breaking It Up.” If I had to start my life completely over, I would be a music video director, and hope I could be so lucky to be on New York Noise.

Heavy Water Vodka.  And no, not just because they sponsored the Gala.  I swear – completely coincidentally  - I went out to dinner at Smorgas a couple nights before and discovered the Heavy Water Martini:  HW Vodka and prosecco with a twist of lemon.  This is now my new summer drink and I got Diane, Riima and Jessi drinking them as we hit Harbour for a great night out.  Our “Mr. Bean” French waiter never seemed so hilarious and we toasted Tyra as she strutted past with the tallest date we’ve ever seen.  Gotta be the vodka.

The Master Cleanse.  How else can a girl get summer fit with no cardio due to a torn ligament.  When pilates doesn’t cut it, go for the lemon-cayenne-maple syrup Beyonce diet and be ready in 3 weeks.  My 4th time doing this thing and I’ve discovered that including the bentonite is the way to go.  If I ever do this thing again – and let’s get real – I will – bentonite is on the menu. And hey, what a great way to save money…

Finally, the Cannes Film Festival.  Film Festivals can easily seem passé.  We’ve come a long way from the glamour-puss days of Sundance and somehow things don’t seem as shiny as they once were – and not just due to a lack of shiny sponsors.  But not in Cannes.  The mandate for haute couture and penguin suits never made cinema look so good.  I love the French.  They snub their nose at this recession and demand pate and Orlando Bloom on a red carpet platter.  Oh Jacob Robinson, I am so jealous of your tux.  I hope you’re having a great time and tell me all about it over a scotch at Char. No. 4 when you return.

That’s it, for now.  If your joblessness, budget-cut, lack-of-health benefits life is getting you down, look around.  I bet there’s some abundance and unexpected happiness right under your nose.  Or as Atmosphere put it, “When Life Gives You Lemons, Turn That Shit Gold.”

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