Polls schmolls. Lindsay Lohan got a new tattoo! Ok, it’s a crap story, but I am still suffering a hangover from the aftermath of my gay best friend’s wedding. Who knew that 6 tequila shooters, 3 dry martinis, 4 Black and Tans and a Sidecar would equal a night debauchery that included getting kicked by a midget after hugging them and shouting, “Dobby! You’re alive!”? Ok, so that was a month ago, but I got a $377 bill from the Psychic Friends Network today that reminded my of the evening. (Side note: Huzzah for New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Vermont, New Hampshire and Iowa.)





