Yesterday marked the end of an ear-piercing, tween-infused era, thanks to the final episode of TRL airing last night — and it was live, which is more than we can say about it over the past couple of years. Has-been Carson Daly hosted the finale, which is fitting because the years he ran the show were the Glory Days for not only Carson but TRL itself. After many years of pimping out boy bands and Britneys, the show took a turn for the worst, no longer filming live, losing host after host, offering a haven for sad tweens who eat their hair — and making life miserable for Mollygood editors who braved the masses for their favorite singers.
So Whitney, your fearless associate editor, and Michael Phelps, America's latest obsession, gathered in the same room last night and nobody died. That, in itself, is a victory. Nobody got engaged either, which is a slight failure, but the entire evening was one of the best nights of my life, so I'm not sad. Well, maybe a little.
To kick off the evening, my plus one and I arrived at Bowlmor Lanes to celebrate the bowling alley's 70th anniversary. Colie, some washed-up former Real World-er, was taking names at the door and herded us upstairs to the fifth floor, where we were handed glasses of champagne and encouraged to eat — and I was in heaven. There was filet mignon, mushroom-stuffed chicken breast, Caesar salad, pasta … and a chocolate fountain. I am, admittedly, a food whore, and this chocolate fountain made my night. I stood in front of it for a good 10 minutes, taking strawberries and dipping and eating them one at a time. The rest of the line had to go around me to get to the dessert tray while my plus one walked across the room because she was embarrassed. I don't blame her.
So last night I was invited to the premiere of Hounddog, the film that caused a lot of controversy a while back because it features a Dakota Fanning rape scene. After watching the movie, I can safely say that the fuss was overblown, but that's probably obvious at this point.
On to the good stuff: The red carpet! Where my spot along the velvet ropes was labeled "Whittle Little, Jossip.com." Awesome.
