So the Grammys happened last night. Rihanna performed with Morris Day and the Time, making us think that it was 1984 and we were listening to the 45 of "Jungle Love" on our Goofy record player. Also, Herbie Hancock won Album of the Year, making us think that it was 1982 and we were laughing, mouth full of Fruit Wrinkles, at his funny robot leg video before switching the channel to Shirt Tales. In addition, Amy Winehouse won a bunch of stuff, thanked "my Blake, incarcerated" like a straight thug boo should, and appeared lucid, charming, non-slurry, sober, and pretty with-it, making us think it was . . . what year was Amy Winehouse last sober? Let's see, she was born in 1983, made her first album in 2003, hm . . . da da da, carry the two, square root of . . . (frantically counting on fingers) . . . 1989? OK, so we just picked a completely arbitrary year, whatever, we just wanted a chance to revisit Skidz. And Michel'le.
Egotastic! is teeming with Grammy red carpet pics, so have a look.
