Run Hamster, Run!

It's 1am on a Saturday night (or Sunday morning, depending how you look at it) and I am stuck in the Truman Show (or a popular Las Vegas Casino, depending how you look at it). Across the room from me, a celebrity mom, who shall remain nameless, sits on the lap of a gay man and downs another tequila shot in her above the thigh black dress and 4 inch heels. Her son plays cards in his backwards hat and over sized t-shirt with an assistant's boyfriend, who's job title just dropped to celebrity child babysitter. While her daughter, looking way to old for her age, gets her tears wiped, over a plate of nachos, by a mother figure with whom she has recently bonded. As I watch the scene unfold before me, I ask myself one question..."When Did This Become My Life?" Not in a negative, ungrateful way...more in a "Are you kidding me?" kind of way. When did my life become Las Vegas parties and watching hamsters as they spin on their wheels locked inside their dirty little cages? When did my life become Hugh Hefner in his bathrobe and sharing elevators with the "Girls Next Door"? Why does my mom say, "I watched your trailer and I thought, Please God, get her another job!" And while some people may think it's not entertainment and it's warping the minds of our youth, I'm not complaining. In fact, the truth is...I kind of like hamsters.