My Two Favorite Stories From The Grammy Awards

I know you probably wouldn't think it, but I am kind of a hopeless romantic. Yes, that is perhaps what has contributed to the multiple marriages and the current residence in Chez Basement, but I refuse to let go. It is with that in mind that I love the story but can't find a photo of Tom Higgenson and Delilah DiCrescenzo who made an appearance together at the awards.

If you are not familiar with the story, it goes a little something like this. Back in 2003, Tom met Delilah in Chicago and promptly fell head over heels for her. One problem is that she had a boyfriend and still has the same boyfriend by the way. Instead of becoming a stalker he got himself a record deal and stalked her through the radio by writing and performing Hey There Delilah which was nominated for song of the year and best pop performance.

After the nominations Tom worked up all of his nerd courage and asked DiCrescenzo out on a date. The date of course being to accompany him to the Grammy Awards. However, while DiCrescenzo accompanied Higgenson to the Los Angeles event, where fans began singing Hey There Delilah to her, she made it clear the two are not romantically involved as she has a boyfriend of six years. She said, "He's not jealous. It's (relationship with Higgenson) strictly platonic. I played a pretty important role in Hey There Delilah, so I wanted to be here. "Being here is a very surreal experience. It is not normally my scene, which is normally training for my Olympic shot."

I think she should have been a little more positive as the song was shut out at the awards, but hey, I bet you anything Tom doesn't give a rat's ass because he got his date, and the perv in me probably thinks he had a choice of groupies back at his hotel at the end of the night.

My other favorite story has to do with Aretha Franklin. Seems the Queen wanted some tea in her dressing room. A tea service was brought to her. Ummm. She wanted a silver tea service. Runners were sent out to find Ms. Franklin a tea service and at the end of the night when no one could find it, no one really thought it wise to go and ask Ms. Franklin if she wouldn't mind returning it.