Okay, those who know me know that I am by far not a morning person. And that I love sleep, and anyone who wakes me up by calling me while I'm still sleeping is a bastard and will be remotely smacked upside the head. However, when one of my best friends called to tell me that Simon LeBon of Duran Duran had been hitting on her all night (to the point of even sticking his tongue in her ear) and that he specifically made sure she came to his afterparty and asked her to "tuck him in," I was happy to take the call and laugh at her, even though I was barely awake. (No, she didn't sleep with him. Or make out with him. She's married. And doesn't make out with rockstars.) Then tomorrow, it will be my turn to party with Duran Duran. Not that I expect Simon LeBon will want to make out with me.