Rehab just got sexier. I know this man gives some women a case of the creepies because he turns into a Jabberwocky while drunk at airports, but I have that special kind of romantic feeling where I’d do anything to nail Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
Meyers has found a foe in airports, much like Lindsay Lohan’s new nemesis is gravity. Most recently he threw out the “N” word after he wasn’t allowed to board a plane because of his level of inebriation. (Click HERE to read more on that debacle) In November of 2007 he was arrested in Dublin for public intoxication. You know you are wreck when the world’s stereotypical booze-hounds are giving you the side eye and calling you a drunken embarrassment. He followed that with another vodka induced rampage in June of 2009 after reportedly pushing an airport lounge employee after indulging in several drinks.
After this latest edition to Hot Mess Drunk: Airport Edition (sponsored by Jose Cuervo, Grey Goose and Hennessy), his rep confirmed that he going back to a London rehab facility. This will be his fourth attempt at sobriety.
Maybe he just gets the shakes when flying and needs to drown his fears by bathing in sweet booze. My solution is that he eliminates planes as a means of travel and get a private jet, a donkey, golf cart or chauffeur who accepts natures credit card. (Ahem…me.)











































