VH1 kind of screwed us over, we were wandering around for almost an hour being told "no, you need to go to that table over there" by several different people who kept pointing us towards tables we'd either passed by before or had been previously told at those tables that they weren't the correct place for us to find out tickets & credentials. I was getting tired & annoyed, but my best friend was there to keep me in check and she actually wound up getting us inside in some odd way.

Either way, the award show was pretty decent. The audience wasn't really into the show -- which was sad & disappointing -- and it seemed to be done pretty haphazardly, which was surprised considering how VH1 & MTV's shows have turned out in the past. Bon Jovi kicked off the show with a pretty stellar performance, Christina Aguilera actually remained fully dressed while she sang, and the ladies still swoon over John Corbett -- at least they've gotten over the fact that he broke up with Sarah Jessica Parker. Sharon Osbourne was the only honoree to receive a standing ovation; she actually got the best response out of the crowd all night. Unfortunately, the hosts -- Michael Imperioli & Drea De Matteo from The Sopranos -- relied too much on Sopranos humor in their presentations... I guess I was disappointed that they didn't seem to have enough charisma & personality that they couldn't generate their own shtick. I still don't think that John Mayer can sing, although I think Norah Jones is an incredible singer, and I got to see Chuck D and Grandmaster Flash in action. Brittany Murphy looked like a frail little girl in a dress bought at the Salvation Army store. Scott Stapp gave a long speech involving being true to God. Pierce Brosnan is the man, and I got a chance to drool over Lucy Liu, Julianna Margulies, Denise Richards and Christina Applegate in person.

I'm exhausted, and my immune system managed to keep me only slightly ill without failing completely. I think it's about to collapse into a quivering ball of nothingness -- oh wait, that's me that's about to collapse into a quivering ball of nothingness.