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It's been too long since last we checked in with Andy's Blog, Bravo network executive Andy Cohen's little name-droppy, oversharing corner of the blogosphere. Sadly, there were no further celebrity psychoanalytical word games, though Harry Connick, Jr. does get a rave review in his starring role in The Pajama Game revival on Broadway, followed of course by the requisite backstage introduction ("He was all Southern Charm.") We must admit, though, we were thrown a bit when Cohen went on to talk about a recent car purchase, in which he partook in some unabashed homo self-loathing in the hopes of netting nothing more than a good deal on the deluxe leather interior package:

Saturday I drove to a car dealership in New Jersey with Nutritional Therapist to the elite, Dr. Amanda Baten. The plan was for Dr. Baten to pose as my girlfriend in front of the car dealer so he would give a break on the car to the fellow hetero with the white-hot girlfriend. He and I are in the same boat, you see. See, me and the car salesman both have hot girls who are a little demanding and want nice cars.

It turned out that my demanding gf for the day took her role very seriously. When I asked the salesman how long he'd been working at the dealership, she kicked me. (Turns out I'd already asked him on the test drive. Oh, and seven years.) Then she began a slow campaign to talk me into buying the car that SHE wanted. It almost worked, as I teetered dangerously close to buying her version of perfection and almost walked away from the entire reason we schlepped to Jersey. I bought the one I wanted, and in the end I don't know why I thought I needed a girlfriend to do it.

We don't either. In fact, we think the entire charade was up the second the car dealer overheard Cohen arguing with his ersatz girlfriend over which shade of convertible Z4 best sets offs his eyes, not to mention his concern that the trunk might not have enough room to fit all 12-pieces of his Fire Island picnicing set.