Entourage: Let's Blog It Out

By Mark La Monica

"Maybe you can have it all."

That's the tagline associated with Season 3.5 of "Entourage."

Here's a little story to let you know that I can't have it all. That the closest I'll ever get to having it all is 27 minutes (or less) for at least 24 more Sundays.

I rolled into the Replay store in SoHo for the launch party for their new line of Replay organic jeans. (Crazy soft denim which, by the way, is made from natural organic cotton denim and other "green" products.) After I paid my respects to DMC, one half of pioneer rap group Run-D.M.C. who showed up three seconds after me as if we came in the same adidas, my hookup at the door ran down the list of celebs already in the house and those expected to arrive shortly.

"Emmanuelle's here already," Jono said.

I looked at his list. There it was, in boldface type with a checkmark next to it. Emmanuelle, followed by Chriqui. This party's picking up!

My hookup ripped off a few other names, none of which made it to the listening comprehension section of my brain. No disrespect to Jono, but he could have just stopped at Chriqui. I certainly did.

Now, I've never hidden my opinions on Miss Chriqui being among the most perfectly beautiful women floating around this little planet of ours. And I won't hide it now. She's make-you-mad hot.

Armed with this knowledge, my ultra-observant eyes scanned every part of the top floor of the Replay store. No luck.

I made the quick beeline downstairs to scout out the unsurveyed bottom floor of the Replay store. And to snag a few drinks. No luck on the Chriqui front. Plenty of luck on the drinks front.

Armed with this liquid courage, I decided to return upstairs and continue my search. I even boycotted the elevator and took the one flight of stairs. Couldn't chance missing an accidental passing in the stairs just to save some energy for Thursday's softball league opener.

At this point, I began to think about what I would say if I "accidentally bumped into her." I had nothing. "Damn, you're hot" didn't seem too smooth. Nor did, "Hey, Sloan" or "Ms. Chriqui, I write this Entourage blog. Care to hook me up with an exclusive interview?"

As I scoured my small brain for the memorable line, I spotted Emmanuelle checking out some jeans. I then severed a kidney and ripped my ACL to shreds just looking at her.

We made eye contact -- in my mind.

Within 10 seconds of spotting her, she rolled out of the store with a fella she was with.

Some things in life just aren't fair.

Maybe some people can have it all. Me, I got 10 seconds.