I've been home sick, watching bad TV. Harry Morton, the twentysomething baby-hunk heir to the heinous Hard Rock Cafe empire is all over Hollyweird news right now because he's saying that he and special friend, Lindsay Lohan, are splitsville, while her camp denies a breakup. But I'm still obsessed with the fact that Prince Harry is the boy genius behind an, um, ever-widening chain of restaurants called Pink Taco. I went to the website. I feel like my computer has herpes now.

Pink Taco's bringing home Harry's bacon with locations in Vegas, Scottsdale, and an L.A. location coming soon. Man! The things you can do when you're rich and cocky! Remember when I opened Veiny Weiner and it was a hot dog stand on 8th Avenue and 34th Street? More NyQuil please!

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