I apologize for being MIA this past week. Things got pretty nutty. Thursday night I went to Marquee for James Blunt’s record release party, and had a truly amazing Jay-Z and Beyonce sighting. I was bouncing around like a maniac to “Change Clothes” and I actually had no idea he was in the club. I whirled around at one point and the Hov was standing five feet behind me. I gasped, he smiled and nodded, and then I realized why the DJ had been playing his greatest hits for the past half-hour. I lost the back of my Treo, and attempted to clear out his entourage to look for it. They were helpful, but ultimately unsuccessful. It was one of the better nights of the year, which is completely random as I am neither fond of Marquee or James Blunt. But I guess fun is what happens when your expectations are low.

Friday night I went to a UK vs. USA costume party dressed as Derek Jeter.

Last night, for my birthday, Elyse took me to wine and cheese at Artisenal. Then we met up with my college friends, played some kind of board game (Outburst? Taboo?), and then hailed a limo to the Lower East Side for more random drinking games. I sipped water for most of the night, having already knocked out a bottle of red hours earlier. At 3 am or so, Tom called from Miami Beach and told me I had to get to the airport by 5:30 to get on a plane and visit him. It seemed like a great idea at the time, but then I realized my powers of reasoning were impaired, so I told him not to book the flight. The night ended with Neil and I leaving One and One bar a little before last call, and trying to hail a cab for 30 minutes before opting to walk home. Apparently, Neil had an amazing Cameron Diaz sighting not far from his apartment. She was apparently very drunk and telling people “very politely” not to take pictures.

Tonight I cleaned and took Pirate to the dog park.

And now I think we’re up to speed.