by James Tuttle
Allow me to apologize in advance.
You see, I’d already had quite a day. For some reason, I took a hike in the Hills even though I was already dying from leg day at the gym. Then my spray tan was accidentally set at level two. I always use the lowest setting for completely natural looking color and never get clocked so this was potentially disastrous.
Then, after an hour of negotiating a steamy L.A. while trying not to sweat—because, of course, perspiration is the enemy of the faux tan—my favorite bartender Kevin made me a couple of strong margaritas at St. Felix Hollywood as I navigated the dearth of images streaming in from the Paris shows. So you’ll understand that when I finally plopped down in front of the television Sunday evening, tired and a little fuzzyheaded, VH1’s Tough Love: Miami seemed like a really good idea at the time.