Writing for a TV blog and living in Los Angeles can be a tricky job. There’s this annoying problem of me writing sniveling little comments about people and then stepping out my door and running into them in real life. What’s worse is that these reality stars and actors – much to my increasing guilt – turn out to be nice people sometimes. So imagine my utter dismay to realize that after two months of snarky, bitter, and ruthless mockery, I have to eat my words and begrudgingly admit that Jase is a nice guy. Okay, I can’t do it. I physically can’t do it. He’s a douchebag! No, he’s a nice guy! No, he’s a douchebag! No, he’s a nice guy! Snarky… cred… dying….Normally, I would never devote a whole post to the simple act of meeting and interacting with a celebrity, not even a reality star (Granted, I am a flagrant name dropper in real life, but that’s neither here nor there). The goal of this site isn’t for us to be gossipy little jerks who narc out any celebrity that passes by us, but for Jase, we can make an exception. The guy has been the butt of TVgasm’s jokes for the past two months; so any friendly meeting must be regarded like the blogger version of Oprah showing up on Letterman. If that analogy seems a bit over the top, well, fine. You’re right.
In case you can’t tell, I’m stalling because there’s no real story here. J-Unit and I ran into Jase and lovebird Holly at our local watering hole, Cabo Cantina. Since our party happened to be leaving, we gave the two our table in a pathetic display of good will. All of you who are shaking your heads at our complete inability to maintain our snarkiness in real life, I don’t disagree with you. We have no spine. Apparently neither does Jase because he dropped his whole asshole thing that we’ve come to hate as well. The guy was friendly enough – as friendly as you can expect someone to be in a cramped, loud, alcoholic setting. He said he had seen the notorious TVgasm video of him and Scott, and he thought it was “Hilarious”. Jase also added that he was acting the entire time in the Big Brother house. Jury’s still out on that front. The good news was that the bandana was gone. The bad news: sleeveless still reigns supreme.
After having survived my first Jase encounter with nary a fist being thrown in my face, I find myself directionless in life. The world seems to be in a state of topsy turvy. Everything that I had known and believed in seems to no longer exist. What is this existential despair that I’ve wandered into?
Eh, who cares. New episode of Big Brother tomorrow.
I was played like a fiddle. Jase still is and remains a douchebag. Consider my contempt for him restored.