I’m all about smoking dope, but I’d pass if it meant getting high with Lady Gaga. She’s bad enough on her own. She’d be completely unbearable stoned. She’s one of those who would say a lot of stupid cliched crap like it was really fucking profound — “like, what if the whole universe is contained in a single drop of water, and we’re just inside a universe inside another universe?” — and then dance around with her eyes closed telling you to listen to song of the trees. Buzzkill.
Leaving Mr. Chow’s
Dungeon in Beverly Hills last night: