Maybe he paniced. "Oh my god, I took a 12 year old to the Symphony Gala. Shit, I need to find someone fast. Anyone."
But twice in one week is getting blatantly mean. And this, THIS is insane. Who's next? Tara Reid? Lyndie England? The lady that put a finger in her chili?
Now, like any good American, I hate the Opera just like everyone else. But I would have gladly ditched the Velvet Cantina and Hotel Biron last night to attend this shit, and uh, I would've dressed appropriately.
Because the Chronicel's caption on this is glorious. "Mayor Gavin Newsom arrives with one-time reality show star Erin Brodie. Brodie, who works for a software company, flew in from New York. She is wearing a Marchesa dress and was among the few women who wore knee-length dresses to the traditionally white tie event."
Wouldn't it have been fabulous if some old, uptight socialite stopped them at the front door, handed her a matronly, floor length, purple Bill Blass and sneered, "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in this."
Seriously, before you do anything else with your day, READ THIS. It's a day in the life with Erin 2 years ago, and it honestly makes me want to grab a shotgun and start picking people off from the top of Coit Tower. She was on a reality show called "For Love or Money." I pretty much watch any crap on television, and I've barely heard of this disgrace. Oh, and when Erin was given the option of winning the guy she'd be competing for or a million dollars, just guess which option the bitch chose.
Okay, folks. No one loves Gavin like I do. But seriously. What the fuck?