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Over the past few days I’ve heard some very disturbing news. It has been brought to my attention that some of you plan on making resolutions for the New Year that involve things like, “settling down,” “drinking less” and even, “less scandalous behavior.” I urge all of you contemplating such scary notions as these to go out right now, get completely intoxicated and then proceed to engage in the most scandalous and dramatic behavior possible and immediately send me a brief synopsis of your exploits. I promise you will be far more successful than with any so-called resolution, and I know I will feel better about 2006.

Santa brought us a new Soul Kitchen

Last Friday night, Soul Kitchen opened at its new location further down Dauphin in the old Banana Joe’s building to a massive crowd and an amazing show from Galactic. Soul Kitchen owner Brad Young and his crew were working overtime last week to get the new space ready in time for the show and their efforts obviously paid off, as all three bars in the huge venue were up and running and everything seemed to go off without a hitch.

The only complaints I heard from those in attendance were mostly concerning the amount of time they had to wait in line to get in, and I heard a few people grumbling about not being able to see the band. By far the most common thing I’ve heard from the Galactic show is the number of people falling down all over the bar that night. I’m not sure if it was simply because the concrete floors throughout the bar were slick from the renovations or maybe people were having a little too much fun, but I heard more than a few stories about people busting their butts all over the place, including one spy reporting that she saw one poor girl fall about three times just trying to walk to the bathroom.

Pickled out

I thought I would hear more about the New Year’s Eve festivities on the following night, but all I have gotten so far is a tale of a poor dude who passed out on the street in front of Picklefish. Apparently random people began drawing on him and posing for pictures with him. Hopefully someone wrote Yellow Cab’s number on his arm.

Fox’s Fox off the market

I’ve heard wedding bells may soon be ringing for one local TV personality. My sources tell me that Fox 10 reporter Erica Fox has a new addition to her left hand as she now sports an engagement ring. It seems her beau Marine First Lieutenant A.J. Wlotko popped the big question while the couple spent Christmas in Philadelphia with family. We hear after a day of pampering at the Ritz Carlton Hotel and Spa in Philly, Wlotko got down on not one, but both knees and asked Fox to marry him. My sources say Fox joined him by getting down on both her knees and accepting his proposal. As of yet, no date has been set for the wedding, but I have heard several reports that the ring is gorgeous.

Florida Panhandle — Playground to the Stars?

W’s political strategist/adviser Karl Rove was spotted numerous times over the holiday season “roving” around Rosemary Beach, an exclusive waterfront community just west of Panama City Beach, Fla., where he owns a small house. Sources say if the Prez is in Crawford, Rove is in Rosemary.

Rove is not the first noteworthy person to own digs in the Panhandle. Sheryl Crow has a home in nearby Grayton Beach, where she and beau Lance Armstrong have been seen taking a spin around town. And Mrs. Federline, Brtiney Spears has a condo in Destin, where she spent some time while baby Preston was cooking in her ample oven.

More worthless political gossip

Since we mentioned W’s political mastermind, we might as well share some gossip we heard about his girl and Secretary of State Condi Rice, when she visited Bayou la Batre after Katrina a few months ago.

Apparently, the Secretary looked a bit “uncomfortable” handing out canned goods. And our spy reported that one of the recipients of her generous yet clumsy charity work/photo op was a woman who spoke no English and had absolutely no clue who she was. The press did not notice this and after the poor lady walked away with her bag of Dinty Moore and pineapple tidbits, they swarmed around her to ask what she thought of the Secretary (and maybe pineapple tidbits), scaring her nearly to death. Someone had to yell and tell the news hounds to back away and that she didn’t understand a word they were saying, according to our spy.

Also, on Bill Clinton’s trip to the Bayou, he apparently looked “very tired” and took a nap from the airport to the site.

Seen around town

County Commissioner Steve Nodine eating buffalo shrimp and drinking Coronas at Wintzell’s…City Councilman/Contractor William Carroll working on his new condo development downtown behind Barton Academy.

I know it’s been kind of quiet lately, but I feel certain everyone is just gearing up for Mardi Gras. Just remember whether it’s rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous or just some plain ol’ Secretary of State lovin’, I will be there. Ciao.

Boozie Beer Nues is Lagniappe social butterfly. Contact her at boozie@lagniappemobile.com.

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