Saturday, April 30, 2005
You wouldn’t like me when I’m in a coma
Haven't had a lot to say the past couple days, what with getting up before 9 a.m., like, three days in a row and shit. Yeah, I know, I'm a candyass, but I'm not used to getting up that early, and three days of it? Holy shit. I was in walking coma yesterday as I covered a conference on NWI becoming the world's TDL hub. I'm still yawning just thinking about it. Oh, and I saw both Princess Diaries flicks, too, over at Greta's the other night -- the first one I dug, but the second sucked.
So after his whining and calling me a cocksucker (in the best possible way, of course), the Wad and I are drinking this fine eve. Perhaps he'll bring beer here, in which case Ima gonna have to do a quick clean of the crib, or else we'll hit a local watering hole. Tomorrow, however, is Tara's wedding, and I'm the designated photog for the day, so getting too smashed is prolly not a good idea. Or else I need to drink LOTS OF WATER.
So after his whining and calling me a cocksucker (in the best possible way, of course), the Wad and I are drinking this fine eve. Perhaps he'll bring beer here, in which case Ima gonna have to do a quick clean of the crib, or else we'll hit a local watering hole. Tomorrow, however, is Tara's wedding, and I'm the designated photog for the day, so getting too smashed is prolly not a good idea. Or else I need to drink LOTS OF WATER.