Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I start with Regis & Smelly every morning.  I follow the duo up with a dose of Ellen.  I literally dance with her every morning for one minute, sometimes 1:04.  But now I’m on vay-k, so I’ve been sleeping half…

Last night at Dolce, I ordered the fish special, Sole Milanese over heirloom tomatoes with basil.  The check arrives.  It was $44.  I repeated this fact at least 44 times throughout the rest of the evening.  Forget my two dollars……

Man I gotta get out of this town Yeah now I gotta get back on that train Man I gotta get out of this town I’m outta my pain So I’m goin’ back to L.A.
Beth Hart said it, but…

It’s 4:09 am on Friday night, Saturday morning really.  My night began at Hiro, then rolled onto champagne at Pop Burger, followed by a roll at BED.  If you find yourself on 27th Street, going to BED, think twice, unless…

It’s 12:35 am, and I’m watching and absorbing The Eels on the chin guy’s show.  They’re singing about trains and tracks and finding their way back.  I’m crying.  Jay Leno… that’s the dude with the chin.  I can’t help the…

I remember falling asleep in the back seat of my father’s car, opening my eyes sometimes to look up through the windows to find familiar.  If the lights were orange, we were still on the highway.  When the car slowed…

I never eat steak.  Last night, at Raoul’s, I broke through never with a steak knife.  I didn’t just eat a steak; I ordered and slaughtered it, along with two orders of fries with mayonnaise, as promised.  It’s what I…

The man with the van (remember him?) wrote a song about me today.  God, I love a man who can play the guitar… it really doesn’t get seexier than that. Read his story behind the music after you swoon with…