I just want to say that before I even read this amazing post over at dlisted, I was fascinated by Camille Grammer, Kelsey’s wife. Here’s why:

One time, when I lived in New York, I somehow managed to get invited to an SNL after-party (well, not somehow - my friend was an intern. That’s how I roll). Anyway, Kelsey Grammar was the host that night, so we were all waiting for him to show up. It was at a little bar, with maybe two rooms - you walked in, and there was a room. Then behind that, there was another room. Pretty small and easy to navigate. And as far as I could tell, it was exclusively SNL people there.

Suddenly the door swung open and Kelsey and Camille walked in. They looked dazed and highly confused. Kelsey’s arm was around Camille’s waist as they gazed around the room with blank looks in their eyes.

Camille looked halfway up at Kelsey. “Where are we going,” she asked him.

Kelsey kept scanning the room with his glassy eyes as he replied, “I don’t know, babe. I don’t know.”

The End.

Anyway, that was my only firsthand experience with the Grammers, but it was glorious. Where are we going? There weren’t that many options…the first room, or the second. And - this is trippy, but go with me - I think you may already be there. Drug-induced haze notwithstanding, though, as dlisted points out she clearly does have all her shit in one sock as far as gold digging is concerned, and for that, I salute her.