So I've essentially spent the last couple of weeks packing up the last six years of my life, preparing myself for my big move back home to New York City. It's great because I'm finally getting out of St. Louis (not all that bad a city when it really comes down to it, but I just needed more). So we packed up all my stuff, loaded up the truck, and got on our way going east on Interstate-70.
After a couple hundred miles of driving in pouring rain and arguing about a number of things, my father and I stopped in Indianapolis (smack in the middle of the Indy 500, I might add) to refuel (and finding out that gas in Indianapolis is more expensive than St. Louis, New York, New Jersey, Ohio, and anywhere else I've been in recent weeks).
We continued on 70 East towards Pennsylvania, crossing through Ohio and West Virginia on our way, adding two more states to the list of those I've driven through/set foot on (up to 28!) - not that those two are much to brag about. We forgot about the timezone difference, and realized we wouldn't make it all the way to Levittown, Pa. by midnight to stay at my Uncle's house for free. So we bit the bullet, stopped at a Kings Family Restaurant (of which there apparently exist more than one, though I've never seen/heard of them before), and decided that our goal for the night was Harrisburg, Pa. Finally, we caught a strip of hotels/motels about 20 miles west of Harrisburg (I wanna say exit 26 along I-76) and, after driving to three different motels, finally settled on the cheapest we could find.
Yeah the Super 8 motel. If you're an East Coaster, you know this well. I don't really know if they're anywhere else, but out here, they're home. So after a rousing game of "who could back the 16-foot truck into the tiny parking spot the fastest," we finally settled in and got ready to go to sleep. By this point, it was 1 a.m., but I had to check ESPN to see how my fantasy baseball team was doing (not as well as I wanted, but we came away with a tie at least. Fuckers. Your pitching performance is beyond absurd. It took Salomon Torres completely imploding for me to have even a little chance this week. I hate you.--ed.)
Then I ventured over to VH1 and what did I find? Maxim's Top 100 special! At this point, I HAD to watch this because, well ... I had to see what other crappy decisions they've made. After about 2 minutes, they focused on what I can only assume (I can't really remember) was their No. 70, a woman I had written down somewhere as a possible dark-horse Musician pick, and had I either known there was going to be a Round Four or had more time to make it to the bottom of my iTunes library, I would have picked her then instead of the only "bad" pick I've apparently ever made in the history of the LLFD.
At this point, I think she may only qualify as a Musician and Media Personality (for her hosting duties), but keep a watchful eye, because she wants it all. Model and TV Actress are well within reach, so don't let her fall too far. (She was a Playboy covergirl a few months back, doing a full pictorial; I'll give you Model.--ed.)