Thursday, April 13, 2006

Lefkowitz, Abdul, And The Wrong End Of The Stick

There's been very little high quality non-news of late, I'm sad to say. But these two tidbits caught my eye...

First up, Page Six has this item about everyone's favorite crazy dipsomaniac former cheerleader:
PAULA Abdul is being accused of concocting a story to cover up being ejected from a club.

Two weeks ago, Abdul claimed a man (identified as CAA agent Jim Lefkowitz) "grabbed her by the arm and threw her against a wall," Us Weekly reported, during a party at the traveling after-hours club Xenii in L.A. - resulting in "a concussion and spinal injuries."

A police investigation was launched but may have been called off, as Lefkowitz has yet to be contacted by cops.

Two witnesses tell Page Six Abdul looked "drunk" and "out of it" and was the one kicked out of the party with ex-boyfriend Dante Spencer.

Insiders theorize she concocted a story to counter witnesses' claims that she'd been tossed from Xenii for being "falling-down drunk."

Lefkowitz's lawyer, Michael Nasatir, said yesterday: "The press accounts of the so-called altercation between Jim Lefkowitz and Paula Abdul at Xenii last Sunday morning are completely outrageous and utterly false. Mr. Lefkowitz did not have an argument with Ms. Abdul nor did he have any physical contact with her whatsoever . . . he was merely an innocent bystander at an unfortunate incident."

A rep said Abdul was unavailable for comment.

Dude, Paula Abdul is always unavailable for comment--she's too out of it to string together a coherent sentence, everyone know that!

I am fascinated with Paula right now, because she is on the most-watched tv show in the history of man, and yet a) feels totally free to slur, mumble, and crazy-talk her way through every show and b) the network and producers let her do it. I guess they all know what makes for good tv: Talented unknowns belting out Barry Manilow songs, a mean English egomaniac verbally eviscerating said unknowns, and a scary middle-aged former Laker Girl making a drunken and/or insane and/or drugged-out fool of herself. Kudos! You guys are crazy--crazy like a Fox Network, that is!

The other semi-entertaining crumb comes from English gossip purveyors Popbitch, who provided this totally uncorroborated and slightly nauseating tale:
Fred Durst has been involved in manystrange episodes but none quite like this story that's going around LA. Fred met John Travolta recently and the two men got quite chummy. One night, we hear, Travolta called Durst to say he was coming round.

When he arrived, Travolta said "Johnny wants mouthwash. Johnny loves mouthwash." Durst gave him the mouthwash. Next thing he knew, Travolta leaned in for a kiss. Seeing Durst's surprise, Travolta took a step back, saying that he got the wrong end of the stick and left. Durst stood there, horrified. Not because of any kiss. But because Travolta wasn't wearing his wig.

I think I just threw up in my mouth. Not at the thought of a wigless, high-on-mouthwash John Travolta making a pass at a man, but because the idea of anyone wanting to kiss Fred Durst fills me with revulsion and bottomless dread.


Pucker up!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Travolta speaking in the third person like a baby is what gave me the ickies.