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So yesterday I went blog hopping. I love to see who people link to. I think it says a lot about who and what they're about. I'm sure most times it isn't anything more than someone asking to be linked because you may have a popular site and they'd like the bleed over visits, but sometimes I'm also sure it's because you've gone to the blog and commented or even just read the blog. Usually it has to do with something you share in common. Authors linked with other authors ect.

So, I began at one blog, which led me to tons of blogs about submissives and their masters. I've researched this, so I wasn't all that interested and while I deny no one their lifestyle choices, the daddy role playing one had me kinda feelin' squeamish. The woman who owns that blog doesn't want anyone who has nothing nice to say to comment. So I shut up. LOL

However, as I skipped the blog-tastic, I found a very disturbing trend along the way and I spent an entire late afternoon on into the wee hours of the morning compelled, intrigued by these types of blogs. One blog I read a years worth of entries for and couldn't tear myself away. I'm not as shocked as one might think about this particular trend. I was shocked by the gender that writes them. The Internet allows you freedom of expression (sometimes far more than your alloted portion) and an anonymous space to vent. You can tell your side of the story and get loads of people to hop on your cruise to the land of pity as they dole out sympathy to you. Yet, I was amazed that for a gender of folk who aren't known for their communication skills, a whole lotta releasing of angst was goin' on.

So know what I found? Unhappy, cheating hubbies. LOLLOL. Men who cheat on their wives. Men who (according to them) desperately want their wives to pay attention to them. Men who live in sexless marriages. Men who count the days of dry spells where sex ain't nowhere in the offing. Women who do it too.

And I gotta tell ya, I was glued to this shit. One blog in particular sucked me in and wouldn't let go. I won't name it because I'm sure if his groupies got wind of this, they might pop on over and moan on his behalf. If he came here, some of the more hardened broads (JaynieJaynieJaynie. LOL), would rip him a new asshole and besides, I'm not much for flaming. He doesn't much like when people do that on his blog. If someone posts anonymously he frets if others attack and he fully acknowledges that this secret blog of his has its faults. He worries he'll die and his wife will find his blog. He worries she'll find it if he lives too. LMAO. What troubles me is that, for the most part, I felt sorry for him and despite what he's been up to, he seemed like a nice guy. I'd also love, love, love to hear her side of this twisted story. I'd love to know her take on his cyber screwing. It's cheating, no matter how you slice it. If you're putting your cyber part A, into cyber slot B--you're cheating. Even if it's just words, baby.

Yet, again, I say, I felt sorry for him. What in theee hell is that abour? I'm a writer--I love reading about people. I love understanding their internal tick. I sure shouldn't feel sorry for him.

Yeah, I know. Go figure me feeling like this over a cheater. We all know how I feel about them. They're cowards and they have a gozillion reasons why they can't leave their marriages, and a gozillion more to justify their cheating. Yet, he writes this blog with so much of his innards strewn on the table, I couldn't help but think, huh in the beginning. It was a weird contradiction for me. Nevertheless, as I sifted through his entries and read the comments, I still maintain he's kinda a weasel. A nice one, but one nonetheless. He puts his shit out there for everyone to read. Some very intimate stuff, but hasn't shared much with his wife.

He and his wife have four kids--she's got some illness that prevents her from feeling at all sexual. Her hormones are out of whack and she ain't puttin' out. The first portion of the entries from last year are devoted to his constant whining about her lack of affection and how he needs to have sex with her. See the connection? Sex and affection are deeply intertwined for this man. Honestly, at times it seemed like he needed someone to give him a standing 'O" while he washed the car for all the attention he needs. He seems exceptionally needy. Also, according to him, he does most of the housework, laundry, baths, bedtime and cooking. Plus works a full time job telecommuting. Woe is him. He makes his wife sound like a controlling shrew who does nothing but sleep in and eat out. However, as a result of his complaints about her, he ends up sounding like a pissy girl who can't put on a pair of pants properly. He's forever talking about how he was affectionate with her, but didn't" try anything." I hafta wonder if his sexual mentality is still back in HS... Maybe it was just his way of saying, "I wasn't looking to get laid. A pat on the head will do. See? it isn't all about the sex." ????? I dunno--but I do know, his view on sex isn't going to win him favor in any long-term relationships.

As I read, there were more complaints about their finances, yet he's off spending money on online poker, in Vegas and in strip clubs. They had to file bankruptcy as a result of their spending at one point. He admits his guilt openly, then keeps right on doing it. She eats out all the time and he goes with her. Then he devotes an entry to how they can't do that anymore. Yet next entry, he's back at it again. He decided to begin a budget that would get them back on track, then the next entry, he's still bitching that he needs to create a budget. I wanted to scream, "Dude! Do it already! For the love of God. Do SOMETHING!"

He bitches about losing weight too. he starts a diet, falls off the scale, starts again. Goes to the gym, stops, goes again. Mostly it seemed his life was a series of unfinished projects. The most important project being his determination to have sex. He fully admits his horndog status--it would seem he banks all of his wifes worth on whether they have sex and how often. For a few months worth of entires, I began to think sex was what he thought held a marriage together--that and continual attention. Like being married was a free pass to lifetime nookie. He even counts the days between bouts of mattress whacking. What truly bothered me was his recounting of their sessions in his entries. Granted, there were only three in a year, but it was pretty personal and really, is it necessary to share something that personal with a bunch of strangers?

He also constantly writes about beating his meat. Like everyone was holding their breath until he found relief via wanker in hand. As I got deeper in and he began several emotional affairs (yes, that's what he calls them) online and indulging in phone sex, I knew that when he claimed he began the blog as a cry for help was true. He wanted to be heard, all right. he wanted to be heard talking dirty. I think I saw with startling clarity the Mars-Venus thing. Some men equate sex with being valued. If you put out as much as they want, they feel da love. Women equate it much differently. Sex for us is a bond. An emotional tie. For the most part, anyway. Sure, we like to bang just to bang, but the emotional bit is probably a heavier issue on the scale of boink.

He did say that when you're not getting any, you obsess. I say if he put half as much energy into doing that budget he so deperately needed as he does thinking, blogging, wacking off about sex, he'd be RICH. He also travels a lot and in those travels, he's always inviting his blogger friends to come meet with him if their in the city he's doing biz with. He also never fails to mention that he's in a big, king-sized bed in wherever hotel--all alone. I'd shed a tear for him except he always invites "anyone" to join him. That's really when I realized this wasn't as much about his wife as it was about getting laid. he never wished his wife was there. Though, I'd have to wonder if presented with someone who would do him into next year if he wouldn't turn tail and run. A real encounter isn't so anonymous.

What amazed me the most was his legion of supporters--women included--which of course, led me to other blogs just like his. One guy really is convinced that he's like some Svengali to his wife's self esteem and he even went so far as to tell her if his needs weren't being met, he was going to take his winkie elsewhere. Yeah, that'll work. I say, wow--you really do believe you're that important, don't ya? You go right ahead, baby and when she finds out about what you've been pissing about on your blog, some lawyer is going to lay you out on a table with an apple between your balls and your checkbook in your mouth. You'll be poor and there ain't no woman gonna wanna do anything BUT boink with you when you have to buy them the two for one at the local Denny's. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the web stores stuff FOREVER. Even if you delete it. I know from personal experience. LOL

This particular blogger from above had me rolling on the floor at his arrogance. He talks about his body like he's some Greek God. He posts pics of it and I say, get a wax, would ya? He boasts about his prowess. He writes in detail about it too. They both do, in fact. If how they write these encounters is how they make it happen, I say, hmmmmm. LOLLOL. He talks about his nether parts length, how tight his ass is. Though I will give him credit for saying many complimentary things about his wife--it doesn't change the fact that this guy really needs to move on from his self-image boasts. He blames a lot of his trouble on the fact that his wife doesn't greet him properly upon his arrival at home. His work troubles are because of her. If he was just getting more nookie, he'd be King of the Hill and all his troubles would just melt away.

Thank God he answered the meaning of life for me. I might have spent the rest of my life floundering if I hadn't tripped over his blog. LOLLOLLOLLOL.

There were only a couple of naysayers on guy number ones blog and I gotta say, AMEN. Someone finally told him to quit moaning about his dry spells. I agreed with every word she wrote. And it came from someone who claims she was once the cheater due to a sexless marriage. If you're unhappy and having sex online--get a DIVORCE. Don't blame the kids and your financial situation for your cowardice--if you want it badly enough, you'll find a way. Clearly, you wanted sex badly enough that you allowed some woman in a massage parlor to yank yer crank. See? You found a way. it wasn't exactly the brightest of paths due to STD's and such. I mean, she did blow your meat whistle, but you managed, yes? I know, I know, you only did it ONCE. What a good hubby. Here's a pat on the back for your oustanding restraint. Now get ye a divorce and go play with your imaginary friends online. You can do all the screwing you want in real life or not if you have a nice divorce.

Plus, from a woman who was cheated on, lemme give ya a little advice. Even if you do happen upon the woman who thinks your studly prowess is undeniable AND she wants to boink you into the next century as often as you'd like--she'll NEVER trust you. You cheat. If something happens to her--let's say she has a hormone prob like relationship number one did--she knows you'll be off getting a massage and just ONE oral encounter. I feel very certain that will bring her comfort. Oh, and believe me when I tell you, you can't hide prior infidelities from her. She'll find out one way or the other. I have someone you can ask personally, if you'd like.

So the conclusion I came to was this--these men expect sex in return for a regular paycheck.Not all of them, mind you. Just some of 'em.

They bank on the fact that their days will be brighter, and afterglow will ensue if their wives give it up on demand. Guy number two said as much. He also says that the online porn he watches displays women being so enthusiastic. Er, dude? They get PAID to look enthusiastic. I think I snorted my Pepsi when I read that. LOL Guy number one seems to feel the same about both situations. I work, do me a favor and put out. I also came to the conclusion that throwing your shit out there for the world to see and pity you for is totally worth it if you can manage to fenagle some "poor babies."

After last night and reading guy number one, there was a point where he said he wasn't sure he could keep blogging. he'd lost his job and the laptop that came with. Means he can't take a chance on being caught at home :) He did that in a couple of entires through the year and I had to wonder of it wasn't because he wanted people to ask him to stay. I also wondered if he made some of it up. Like the massage parlor. A sort of imaginary "take that" statement.

Well, I'm here to do the begging if that's what you're looking for, I BEG of you--don't stop blogging. This writer has a story brewing like you wouldn't believe. LOLLOL

DC :)

er, Bam?

I think that's your name... Forgive me if I address you improperly. My mother would have my head--not to mention I'd be grounded forevah if I got this wrong.

Anyway, Bam snarked my cover here--http://www.dionnegalace.com/covers/2006/09/deep-red-something.html.

LOLLOLLOLLOL.

First, I simply MUST clear up the innuendo my fellow author and RT lunch partner created. Evangeline Anderson said I was hilarious (thank you, darling :) ). Now this after a Changeling Press luncheon where I re-told the story of the "great tiara nabbing". You know the one. The one where Shelly Laurenston gets a tiara and wears it like she owns da joint? Yes, that's the one. LOL

Anyhoodles, Evangeline retold this on the snark chick's site in the comments after my cover snarking. She said lovely things about me. And thank you, babe. I loved meeting you!

However, she improperly told it and I fully intend to hold her responsible whenst next we meet again. Oh, and we WILL meet again, my love. LMAO. Evangeline told the cover snark chick I was calling myself the queen of SEX. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Now all who know me know fer sure, I am lukewarm, baby. All fluff, no substance. Not an eyeball singe in sight outta my books. NOTHING like Ms. Evangeline. Smokin' hot--go look her up and buy her books :) They're worthy of asbestos gloves and the fire department.

In reality (you know, the one Evangeline wasn't in? LOL), I was telling the story of Shelly and her sudden transformation into Ms. Long Island 2006 after improper use of a tiara. it had nothing to do with sex.

Do you see how rumors get started? Do you have any idea what would happen if I woke up and everyone thought I was the queen of SEX?

Jesus, the world would quit turning on its axis! You'd all be in a sorry state if you looked to me.

Soooooooo, Bam (damn, I hope that's right. Cuz if it ain't, I'm soooo gonna kill Jaynie. LOL), thanks for a snort and tell that damned Evangeline to quit putting so much freakin' pressure on me. LOLLOL

Oh, and Barb--I'm sooo glad you like CP books--the authors love you back, but I maintain--do NOT reconsider ANY books written by me. I'd be all kinds of verklempt if you wasted your money and the curse of romantic comedies wasn't broken...LOLLOL

Thanks again, ladies!

Dakota :)

In memory of 9/11

No matter your beliefs on the war in Iraq--no matter your religion, political origins, I hope you'll find it in your heart to say a prayer--send a good thought for the victims and their families of 9/11.

I will never forget that day five years ago. At the time I lived in New Jersey and my ex was traveling along the highways that led into the city for work. I will never forget the images, forever burned into my memory, coming from the TV. I will never forget the panic, the phone calls to neighbors who had husbands, mothers, fathers, cousins, children trapped in the towers--on planes -- on the bridges leading into the city.

Yet, my journey that day will never compare to those who have suffered imeasurable loss, sorrow, and the black hole of waiting for the unknown. Know that I wept with you, prayed with you, kept vigil alongside of you, even though my impact may not have been direct.

To all who've been touched by the tragedy this day brought, may you find peace, comfort and a quiet place to remember the joy you once shared with your loved one. Set aside the media speculation, sensationalism, controvesy this tragic event dealt you, and seek the love and warmth of your remaining family.

My hope for you is that you find respite in whatever brings you the kind of peace you need to move ahead and prosper for the sake of your future. My admiration knows no bounds for the courage you've displayed -- will display -- as you continue to come to terms with your losses and rebuild your lives.

For every firefighter, police officer, paramedic who was lost, I thank you. Your dedication, integrity, bravery and sacrifices will always have my eternal gratitude.

To all who mourn this September 11th , I wish you solace and a warm, safe haven where you might rest your weary souls. I wish you newfound joys. I wish you the courage to live your lives to the fullest in memory of those who would want you to soar to the Heavens and beyond.

Know that this American will never forget.

Dakota

Million Dollar Listing--Jeffrey and an ode to Steve

What a weekend. First, there was the barbecue from hell, courtesy of Dad and Uncle Harry. Then Steve Irwin up and dies.

In my mind he was invincible, I guess. I mean, he wrestled crocs, for crap's sake. I sure was sad to hear he'd been fatally injured. I haven't been a regular watcher for years, but I enjoyed his antics and enthusiasm for his work. His children are so young. It pains me to know they'll grow up without him there, but I'm comforted by the idea that his children have quite a legacy of memorabilia and memories.

Onto the barbecue. Um, Uncle Harry and dad were here. I barbecued in the rain. My mother and father argued. Nuff said. LOL

Million Dollar Listing--another reality show--YES, YES, YES, I'm fricken' hooked, but it was on Brava after stupidhead Jeffrey from project runway--how could I just turn it off?

It's about real estate agents who get million dollar listings. I watched the episode with Morgan and some other chick I'll refer to as Barbie, cuz I can't remember her name. LOL. Actually, from here on out, Morgan and Barbie will be Ken and Barbie. Cuz that was much what it was like.

So Ken gets a mondo listing. Ken is 24 and already making six figures. Barbie is older, but she makes some major bucks too. In fact, Barbie got her ex boyfriends listing for his Hollywood house. I'd call her ex Ken too, but you'd end up confused. So he's GI Joe. LOL. Anyway, Ken had a listing in Malibu for like 3.8 mill for a fixer upper. He only makes 95 grand on it.

Only.

Do that twice in a year and I do believe you can afford a shack on Zuma beach with a surf board to rest your head on. And if I were buying me a house that cost that much, it damned well better not even need a fricken' nail. Some rich guy bought it and he was enthralled with the idea of fixing it up. He couldn't wait. It's called flipping a house. buy it beat up. Fix it--re-sell it. His profit will probably be around 400,000. Niiiiiiice gig if you can get it, eh? I'm in the wrong biz, I tell ya.

Barbie tried like hell to sell GI Joe's house, but he was tres difficult. Tres--she was working as a double agent (as agent for seller and buyer) and it went to hell in a hand basket rapido. GI Joe didn't like the buyer and all her demands, so he pulled the house from the market. it was up for like 2.9, I think. Barbie lost 114,000 smackeroos after losing her commission and the advertising costs.

Pout. LOLLOL

I was surprised at the actual numbers when all is said and done. 6% doesn't work out to much with a million dollar home. However, I'd suppose if you only sell two or three homes in a year, you can scrape by. LMAO

And now, Jeffrey from Project Runway. I managed to catch the episode where he so rudely behaves like the spoiled, self indulgent ass he is and insults one of the other designer wannabes moms. Ya know, his mother was there too. She was off with the fab Laura. Had I been his mother and I'd heard him talk to someone--anyone like that, I'd have slapped him in the head. Jeffrey didn't like the fact that the other designers mother didn't like the color of the fabric he bought and she told the host so. Very nicely, and well, he did ask. She wasn't mean. She told the truth. Which, as Jack Nicholson would say, "he can't handle."

Christ and a sidecar, you'd think she said he should design clothes for Walmart! She went off and cried about it though. After he made it perfectly clear she didn't need to be around while he made his fabulous creation. She did try to make him understand, but I get the feeling Jeffrey only understands Jeffrey-speak. Translation--I am fabulous. I can behave like the sissy I am and no one can call me on it because I AM. I breathe--therefore, the world should be grateful.

Well, I'm not grateful, you scrawny, mean, mohawk wearin', tattooed, crybaby. How ya like them spools of thread? Jerk. Good hell, the more I watched, the more mortified I became. To speak to someone's mother like that? OY. Mine wouldn't hesitate to slap me senseless. He even cried after his critique from the judges whilst his mother soothed him. Baby, baby, baby. I stuck my tongue out at you, Jeffrey. You, girl. LOLLOLLOLLOL

Anyway, tonight they're in Paris and I'm praying Michael or Laura beats his twisted knickers off and he goes back to wherever he came from. I love Michael--he's such a smart designer and I love Laura's classy stuff too. If either one of them wins, I'll be happy.

And I absolutely MUST catch Million Dollar Listing again. I need to know if Barbie, Ken and GI Joe might possibly hook up for a menage in the hot tub of a million dollar fixer upper. LOLLOL

DC :)

Project Runway--Dear, Jeffrey...

Um, been catching bits and pieces of episodes here and there and today I managed to get a whole hour to watch an entire showing. I don't know what the final designer wins--I don't know anyone on the show or even favor anyone at this point. Well, that's not entirely true, but nonetheless, I don't much care who wins except for this one guy--JEFFREY.

Darling? You're a self-important, posturing STUPIDHEAD who spent overmuch time in the mirror with a hairbrush when he was a teen, wishing he was Prince.

Good luck with that.

Until then, do me a favor--do us all a favor. Next time you hit the CVS, locate and actively purchase the pills that will help you to behave like an ADULT. Buy the BIG BOTTLE. K? LOLLOL

The challenge for these up and comers was to make an outfit for a jet-setter. They had 75 bucks and 12 hours or something. 12 hours that Prince Jeffrey managed to spend at least some time tearing up some other chick designer and her mother. Don't know how mom got in there, but he couldn't shut up about it. Maybe he lost the last challenge, I dunno. I do know, had you shut yer mouth, spent more time on that purple thing you deemed jet-setting chic, you probably could have wowed those judges, leaving no room for anyone else to even have come close to beating your ass.

Cuz honestly, even if those crazy designers liked your cheesy rip-off of an outdated, Purple Rain outfit, you still suck in the decent human being category. Competition is a great thing. Everyone wants to win, but is it really necessary for you to roll your eyes and make faces when those fancy designers and buyers for big-time mags like somone else's design too?

Don't be such a baaaaaaby. Quit bein' a girl and make your gender proud.

Oh, and the other guy-- the one with the white hip-hop cargo pants and shirt outfit was a gozillion times better than those black, faux leather, studded jeans and purple jacket concotion you made was. So here's a big eye roll and a neener, neener, neener on YOU. LOL

And I don't care if you won the challenge either--I still wouldn't wear what you made to a tag-sale, let alone on a plane to Paris. Where do you go in your jet-setting mind when you jet-set, anyway? I'd use that jacket you made as a pillow before I'd wear it on a plane.

Oh, and another kudos to the chick who made the dress that I probably wouldn't wear on a plane cuz really, if I fall asleep, my legs are bound to go east and west and that could be problematic. LOLLOL. However, I loved the dress. Classic, nice lines, flowing. Spectacular!

I hope Jeffrey has to eat your shorts for being such a poopy head. LOLLOL

Dakota :)

Paging Dr. McDreamy...

Watched the Emmys last night. I don't usually watch. However, for lack of anything better on, I did. I hate the cheesy jokes that usually fall flat, but I love to see who's coupled up--what they wear. The rest I could do without. LOL I say, skip the banter, gimme the goodies. We could have like 2 hours less of stupid fru-fru if we got to the heart of the matter. Plus, Barry was on in a very sweet tribute to Dick Clark.

However, I did note, fashion ogler that I am, there were really some uber-hot dresses this year. I gotta say, there were only a couple I wouldn't wear to a tag sale. Now, that said, keep in mind, this is just my personal op. You don't gotta like it. LOL

And I have one very pressing question--I think I lost sleep over it last night--who in theeeee hell was with Dr. McDreamy from Grey's? Was that his woman? I'm just going to say this to her--EAT A SAMMICH. Holy smokes, she's skinny. I had to say that, I know it sounds awful, but she needs a bucket of chicken wings-- pronto. LOLLOL

All right my fashion rundown--Cuz I'm such an authority. LMAO

Eva Longoria-o (?) --Desperate Housewives -- not sure how to spell her name-- whatever. pretty dress, very Marilyn Monroe. Didn't blow me away in it. the top of the bodice was kinda pointy. But still, attractive.

Ellen Pompea--Grey's Anatomy--OMG! Her dress was sooooooooo in her color wheel. Stunning purple. Not too bright, not too lavender-y. Wasn't crazy about the wispy, fringy stuff on top, but I can overlook that cuz she rocked the Casbah.

Tracy Gold--didn't see the entires dress, but she's clearly eating at least a carrot stick a day again. Kudos--her face was radiant.

Leah Remini--King of Queens--is baaaack and she looks great. Lost all that baby weight. Loved the dress, hated the color on her. Too dark. Just sayin'

Kim Raver--24--Hellllllllloooooooooooooooo--I know I say yellow isn't in ANYONE'S color wheel, but she looked spectacular in a soft yellow. Though she had a style that seemed to be very popular this year. The booby show-er.

Kate Walsh--McDreamy's wife on Grey's Anatomy. You know, she does look like Katherine Denueve (sp?). Fabulously statuesque, loved the style of the dress--needed more color.

Calista Flockhart--join McDreamy's woman in a sammich. In fact, hit the buffet at like Denny's. I joke, but she could just be naturally thin. It does happen. However, she's been heavier. She wore black. Okay dress--hot man on her arm. LOL

Kyra Sedgwick--Kevin Bacon's woman. Um, one of the dresses I hated the most. She looked very pale in it, wrong color and well, it looked like a prom dress that I don't even think the girls these days would wear. All those tiers and ruffles and fru-fru. Why is my question? LMAO

Virginia Madsen--somebody got a boob job and it wasn't me. Either that, or the makeup artist she used just ran outta highlighter. LOL. Plunging neckline, and believe me, if my ta-ta's looked like that, I'd leave 'em hangin' out too. LOL Hated the lacy pattern to it and the purple sash under the girls.

Jaime Pressly--My name is Earl--love this show, love her portrayal of extreme trailer park trash on too many recreational pharmaceuticals. LOLLOL. She cracks me up. Nice color, and what a hard body. Overall, nice showing.

Ali Shawcat--Darling, who are you? Tip from me to you--melon? not in your color wheel. I could only see your lips and I don't recognize them. LMAO

The chick who is forever pissed on 24--Dont' know her name. Always bent out of shape, not particularly attractive in the show, but I gotta tell ya, WOW. She had some makeover. Pale pink dress, flattering to her petite-ness and she simply glowed. Fabulous!

Felicity Huffman--Desperate Housewives--WOW. She proves that over forty is A-okay. Loved her in the dress, but it did look a lot like Kim Raver's. It was just a toasty almond versus pale yellow. Still, rock on, sistah. You got it more than goin' on.

Sandra Oh--Grey's Anantomy--Oooooh, Sandy. Sigh. Loved the color, really gotta question the ruffles on the neckline. Why, why, why??? The necklace? Tooooo much for your wee body. Otherwise, cute. Love her character on Grey's.

Lisa Rinna--Niiiice lips. DO they come with a pump? LOL. I'm kidding. Oh, and okay dress, if not typical.

Alfre Woodard--Desperate Housewives--Darling? What are you eating? You looked tres fantastique! Loved her hair, her dress, her tude. She's got such charisma.

Katherine Heigl--Grey's Anatomy--This--THIS is my pick of the night. Oh, honey, you outdid yerself! Pale, peachy, creamy, soft, long, figure hugging dress and your hair? Perfect. Upswept, but not severe and normally, I wouldn't advocate such dark eyeliner on such a pale chick, but it soooo worked. Superb. The entire package. Might even have revived poor Denny if he coulda seen it.

The men--only two made a big impression on me. Both Grey's Anatomy alumni. Dr. McDreamy--I don't care what anyone says, I thought he was hot back in that movie he did with kelly Preston way back. He can totally wear the scruffy, unshaven thing like nuthin' else. Hot, and hotter. Still, I hope he took his woman for sustenance after the big shebang. Sorry, Just can't get over how skinny she is. LOL

Isaiah Washington--OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, this man oozes hot. I love him on Grey's. Love his serious, nostril flaring, surgeon's dedication. Love his funny, quirky, romantic side. Dude can rock a tux too. I noted he was ALONE. Hmmmmm. Maybe he needs assitance?

Dakota :)