Jen and Vince- It's (Somewhat) Official

I was at the Dwight Yoakam show tonight at the House of Blues in Chicago. I spent a lot of time trying to convince my boyfriend beforehand, as somewhat of a selling tool, that Vince Vaughn would be at this show. Why? Because Vince did a very sexy dance number to a Dwight tune in his film A Cool, Dry Place. Yep, Vince was there. He wasn't alone, mind you. At first I looked up and saw that he was being very affectionate with this gal, there was a lot of cuddling, hugging, spooning and such, which from what I understand from his playboy rep, is a bit out of character for him. Then, when I looked at the gal a little closer I thought, "Wow, there must be some truth to the Jen thing, cause that girl looks a lot like her", thinking that he was deep in like with Jen, and if they couldn't be together, by God, he was gonna be with a gal who looked just like her. Then the lights came full up and I know for sure that it was her. It was Jen. My sighting was confirmed by 2 other friends who'd been watching the same spectacle. Now, I think further on this and know for sure it was her because, a) a friend just saw her and Vince tooling around town the other day, and b) filming is coming to a close for The Breakup here in Chicago. Also, I know that Jen and Brad's divorce was just approved by a judge this week and will be official in early October. Now, I am not saying any of this as a tattle, I just like to remind people from time to time that while tabloids are a lot of time full of bohunk, most rumors are founded in some semblance of fact. More than anything I wish I coulda made my way up to Jen and given her a high five. Fuck Brad. I have never been the biggest Brad fan. I think he's a marginal actor, and I have never been a devotee of his pocked face enough to think he was the Sexiest Man Alive. Also, having personal experience with cheaters, I think Jen's bound to, and has more than the right to, act out any way she likes, with anyone she likes, to get anywhere near back to good. Maybe V.V. isn't the next Mr. Aniston, and why should he be? By all accounts he is Mr. Good Times and that's exactly what I would want were I treading in her shoes right now. I read the Vanity Fair article and I cried with her when they meddlingly informed her of the Angelina's-preggers rumor, mostly for the emotional shock value. Maybe she woulda heard it eventually, but did Vanity Fair need to be the one to break it to her? Fuck no. Let's not forget, she's a human. I kept thinking that while I couldn't help but stare up at her tonight. Why was I so intent of figuring this all out? Because I am media-trained. Doesn't stop me from thanking God that I am no celebrity. The standards they are held to are ridiculous. Plus, they have not one modicum of privacy if they are big enough stars. The price you pay, you say? Not fair, I say. This is why I would never want to be bigger than Parker Posey or Christina Ricci. They're just right, just like the final bowl of Goldie Locks porridge.

Poor Jen. Won't be Poor Jen for long, though. Jen, you have my full support. Fuck Brad, that dick.