Really, what better way to spend an evening than sitting on myspace and sipping some champagne. I fell on my face yesterday- out in public in front of God and everyone else, I went down like a hooker on discount night!

 A couple of weeks ago I bought this incredibly gorgeous full length Diane Von Furstenberg coat with a slit up the back to just above the knee. Well for some reason, while the slit was open, apparently the seamist sewed the actual bottom of it together at the hem. 

 So my gentleman friend was opening the car door for me on the curbside and I had on the stupendous black leather booths with a big heel on them, and as I went to stand up, me heel of one of my shoues caught inside that slit. I stood up straight, had this knowing expression on my face as if to say "Figures" and as if time stood still for a fraction of a second found miraculous balance before digging up the sidewalk with my chin.

I laughed that kind of hysterical, awkward laughter I do when I have no idea what else to do as my eyes darted around like two marbles in a hamster ball to see if anyone noticed. It's New York, honey, I could have been turning cartwheels while balancing chihuahuas on my nose and no one gives a damn, but still, I have that wicked pride.

 I came up with nary a bruise, and recovered nicely, leaping quickly to my feet like some pro athlete, smile perpetualy plastered across my face. I figure, if no one else noticed, I didn't either. Smile and keep moving.

 Anyway I'm back at work and toiling away over the DiVAS christmas special. I am so lucky to be able to work with such glorious people are immensely talented! They never care if I fall, it's practically in the job description. Since May I've been blown up, attacked by killer bees, been the victim of botched plastic surgery, assaulted by a vicious turkey, crushed by a billboard sign, shot with a shrink-ray, pummeled by PETA members and still I thrive.

You can't keep a good DiVA down.