AWOL Me = Busy Bee (Sorry!)

I've been noticeably quiet this week. Sorry, folks. I've been nuclear busy—meaning I've been in constant motion, not in borderline-meltdown mode.

CinemaCon is in town, which means a lot of celebs are in Vegas—and these celebs need to be interviewed. There's also the Academy of Country Music Awards this weekend, and the Michael Jordan Celebrity Invitational golf tournament. Translation: Lots and lots 'o late nights for Us Weekly and OK!, and I'm not complaining.

I'm about half way through it, and realize that the past week or so may be the most star-studded seven or so days of my life.

It started on Friday March 25, with Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas. Then Saturday was Kendra Wilkinson-Baskett (famous for dating Hugh Hefner and being Holly Madison's co-star and frequent nemesis on the E! reality show The Girls Next Door) and three Twilight actors (Tinsel Korey, Kiowa Gordon and Bronson Pelletier).

That was a soft appetizer of sorts; a warm-up round for what was yet to come.

Things heated up on Tuesday, with the opening of the Mob Experience at the Tropicana. It was pretty fun(ny) to walk around—wander aimlessly, actually—with the likes of Pam Anderson. ("What did she look like?" a friend asked yesterday. My reply: "Oh, she looked the same as always—like a whore.") Yesterday was the first official press day for CinemaCon, and I had a 1-on-1 with Cameron Diaz for Us Weekly. Then, later that night I got to chat with Curb Your Enthusiasm visionary Larry David (he said he liked my glasses. My life is officially complete), and watch a colorful rainbow of all-star athletes parade down the same red carpet: Michael Jordan, Wayne Gretzky (and Chris Chelios and Brett Hull), Jerome Bettis and more. 

Mike Piazza's wife wasn't wearing a bra, which prompted me to snap a pic and post the following to Twitter:

  Today is the main event: A round of musical chairs-style 1-on-1 interviews with Russell Brand (eeek! He terrifies me; he's far too smart for his own good), Ryan Reynolds, Blake Lively, Jason Momoa, Julianne Hough, Helen Mirren, Vin Diesel, and more. (As I'm sure you can tell, I'm, like, so excited for that last one.) Then, on Sunday, The ACMAs take hold, and country's megastars make my life miserable. (Thanks in advance, Taylor Swift.)

I actually love the ACMAs. Black Shelton is always good for a laugh, and I'm looking forward to meeting his beer drinkin', deer shootin', song singin' leadin' lady, Miranda Lambert. Reba, Carrie Underwood, Sara Underwood, Dierks Bentley, [my least favorite country singer of all time/frequent piece-of-shit human being] Toby Keith, Keith Urban, Alabama, the Zac Brown Band and James Taylor will be there, too. (And chances legends such as current Vegas headliner [and my #1 country man] Garth Brooks and last year's ACMA inductee George Strait will be there, too, among others.)

But it's not just country singers (or full-time country singers) who will be there: Reese Witherspoon, Twilight's Robert Patterson are among the presenters.

OK, all this name-dropping has made me tired. Back to work!