Does that make sense?

No? I know. 

Okay, tonight, please turn your attention to the Eastern half of the city, and zoom in close, ever closer to Atmosphere, a little garment shop on Vermont. Project: is hosting their Rising Artists series, with an opening shindig tonight.

I know you're busy trying on outfits for Sunset Junction, but this show includes the cult favorite anime-inspired, flatly rendered flat-chested youths by Lisa Alisa, and will likely be a good one. (See her work below: young girls, possible making out, gummy bears. Think what you will.)

We think it'll rock. and if it doesn't,  just grab some Pinkberry or something, and browse at Skylight. 

PS- This has nothing to do with anything, but I just finally went and got lunch, which consisted of a bag of Sour Cream & Onion Baked Lays, and a diet Barq's rootbeer. Sitting at a shady table in a business park, it occurred to me that I was eating the lunch of my dreams. Then it occurred to me that that was really pathetic.

Oh sh-t! It looks like there's going to be a Sunset Strip rivalry between The Beach and Harlot, both new bars that aim to break "Hollywood" rules by not charging inflated drink prices or imposing VIP BS at the door. I already filled you in on The Beach and its 50-ounce cocktails, which come in glasses that could double as spacious birdbaths.

Now let me tell you about Harlot, formerly known as Wet and before that The Falls. The owners are hopping it'll be known as "the little French whore across the street from the Chateau Marmont." And indeed, the bar will be cheap and easy when it opens in early September.

The bar's marketing manager Jamie Barren (you also know him as a promoter at hot spots Sugar and Privilege) says, "We won't have a happy hour because we'll be happy all the time." Indeed! They too will have mega-sized cocktails, served in 60-ounce glasses, and Jamie says they'll be cheaper than those at The Beach. And the mix drinks will only cost $6 (a good $3 cheaper than other bars in the neighborhood) and be made with Effen vodka, which is pretty f'n amazing considering it's premium booze. 

As for actual harlots frequenting the bar? It's on the Strip. What do you think?

I'm so excited and I just can't hide it. Tomorrow, er, later on today, I interview Daryl Hall on the telephone. That's pretty much all I need to say, really. Daryl Hall. Seriously.

Oh, one more thing: if you don't have tickets to one of their shows at the Hollywood Bowl next month—what are you waiting for?

I've refrained from blogging about "Top Chef" because, well, who needs another write-up about that? Especially since there are others who are much better at it. (Keckler of TWoP, I love you.)

But last night's episode got my panties all in a bunch. The restaurant challenge has always seemed grossly unfair to me. Who would ever open a restaurant from the ground up within a 24-hour period? Granted, they are on a reality show, but it just seems like they're tasked with a Herculean project.

What really chapped my hide was the blogger that they put in the disguise of a critic. Who is this Andrea Strong? And what was up with the rude criticism? Like, "The host, a rather sweaty chap named Brian who might want to invest in either a swim suit or a truckload of Right Guard, frantically ran to the kitchen to fetch it."

Whadda? That just went past zingy, straight for the juggular. I know, snarky makes for pleasurable anything, but geez, give the dude a break. (And, yes I am aware of the hypocrisy of bitching at her bitchery).

Still, Dale had the best quote of the night. Describing himself as he's managing the front of the house: 

"I'm half prostitute, half performer. In the front, I'm smooth; in back, I'm a raging bitch!"

Funny how that statement could be a universally-applicable description of reality television. 

Oh, and did you notice who the guest judge was and how every one of the contestants nearly passed out when they beheld the glory that is Daniel Boulud? They practically soiled themselves.

Yeah, I met him. And he's lovely and fantastic. Here's the recap: