"Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
I didn't go to boarding schools
Preppie girls never looked at me
Why should they? I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket
That's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Rolling like a celebrity
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between..."
Coming to you live from 90210. For the moment, I'm ensconsed in Beverly Hills, attending the TV Critics Association's annual summer press tour.
It's a fun time, but also exhausting. I've been updating my MSNBC.com Weblog, Test Pattern, multiple times daily as I attend the various TV show panels. (Checking the comments on the blog this morning, I was thrilled to read this one: "There's a discussion on TWoP on your poor sentence structure. ... Your blog could use some editing.")
NBC has presented its panels over the last two days. CBS moves in tomorrow. Also, the hotel lost my luggage for about a day.
I know, I know, how can a HOTEL lose your luggage? I'll tell you: You arrive from the airport and a nice bellhop offers to take your bags up to your room. You gratefully say yes and go to check in.
Then you never see your bags again -- oh, OK, you see them 24 hours later, after it turns out they possibly put them in an empty room that you were originally assigned to for some reason, or they might have sent them for a jaunty limo ride about Rodeo Drive, or loaned them out to Tori Spelling, or maybe they just sent them directly to the hotel lost and found. It's not quite clear.
A kind woman from The Washington Post took pity on me and loaned me a sweater for the first panel, which saved my life. The air conditioning in the ballroom where the panels are held is turned up to Arctic. (Is that poor sentence structure? I'm all paranoid now.)
I also was disappointed to find out that the mini-fridge in my room is apparently just a prop! It does store regular mini-bar juices and drinks, but it does not appear to be capable of being plugged in or generating cold in any way. I found this out after I stupidly bought milk and yogurt to keep in my room. Let me tell you know: Even a ton of ice piled in your bathroom sink will not keep milk drinkable overnight, although it may indeed require that you brush your teeth while leaning over the toilet.
But almost all was forgiven when I discovered the hotel has not one, but two Japanese channels...NHK and Japan News. I was able to get all kinds of vital info on which lines of the Shinkansen are up and running after the quake. (Do not take the Joetsu line, it's not ready! Or it wasn't yesterday!)
And I can't complain too much. It's still a pretty hilarious scenario, this spending two weeks in 90210, walking into parties and realizing Tina Fey is over one shoulder and Brian Williams directly behind you. I'm not a celebrity fanatic or even easily star-struck, but it still makes for one weird, loopy, goofy life.