babble
Monday, July 28, 2003
Lush:
I had grand plans this weekend to either clean my house or go to Vegas, but instead I went to Orange County, and if you live in the Los Angeles area and you know what O.C. is like then you know that I must have been really desperate to avoid housework. I went down there because one of my friends said, "Hey lady, you have not been here to visit in a really fucking long time, and it's only like 40 miles away, and I have a bottle of vodka in my freezer with your name on it, so what the fuck are you waiting for?" As you may know, the only impetus I need to get my ass in the car or on a plane is the promise of free alcohol, so off I went. My liver and I had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Because I am a very responsible person and I never drive drunk, I crashed on my friend's sofa, tipsy and content, and then hightailed it out of that godforsaken county as soon as I could in the morning. I like my friends, but Orange County in the daylight is just too much for me to bear.
My next trip is going to be to glorious New York City for my prebirthday extravaganza. I will be going there the weekend right before my birthday, and hopefully I will be showered with gifts and surrounded by good friends and given the key to the city. Of course, I was promised free alcohol, so the flight is already booked. Honestly, people, I am practically giving you instructions on how you can get me to visit. It's not like it's that hard, but I do have very specific and slightly expensive taste in alcohol, because I am a discerning drunk, so you can't just call me up and say, "Hey, lady, I've got a three-gallon jug of Strawberry Hill," because that shit is just sooo 1988 and my hooch requirements have been upgraded since then. I'm just saying. Anyway, while I am in NYC I plan on seeing several really good friends during some of my coherent moments even though I have a schedule that is jam-packed with prebirthday fun, because what is a visit to NYC without a hectic schedule of trying to see everyone and everything I miss about that city? At least it'll be ridiculously hot and humid so I'll be moist, sticky and uncomfortable the whole time that I'm trying to have all my prebirthday fun, kind of like prom night, so maybe we should break out the Strawberry Hill after all.
After the prebirthday extravaganza, my next trip will be to Europe. I was going to go to Amsterdam to speak at another conference because I am supercool, but there were some issues with the sessions I would be doing and the date I would have to fly out would force me to have to withdraw from the fall Artwalk so I decided not to go. However, I started thinking about how I haven't been to Ireland in three years and since it is the land of my people and there is the alluring promise of free or inexpensive alcohol, I figured I should probably go there. I had a conversation with my family and they agreed with me, and my dad knows like 9 kajillion people who are all related to me in some obscure way like 3rd cousins twice removed, so now if I go there I have a free place to stay (with free alcohol) in both Ireland and the UK, and the airfare is stupid cheap right now. So, if all goes well, you will probably see my shiny white ass jetting off to the Emerald Isle later this year, with a camera, 250 rolls of film and a very frightened liver.
babbled by Kat @ 9:59:00 AM |
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