Grammys...schmammys.

The Grammys seriously sucked this year. The theme of the night was pretty much just covering other people's music for no apparent reason. It reminded me of a Super Bowl half time show or something. You know I watched the whole thing though--including the red carpet, which was the best thing about the whole night.

It did spark some great conversations though:

DJ Gordon: "I enjoyed seeing Lady Gaga's butthole and her vagina sides."

Me: She must have to get a brazilian every week. Like, it's a line item in her contracts: "Pay for my brazilian. Because my butthole will probably be out at some point in the night."

Oh, Gaga.