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Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Drink, drank, drunk:
As if the impending takeover by the "Governator" wasn't enough to make the rest of the country thank their lucky stars that they do not live in California, we southern California residents now have two major union strikes on our hands that are making things just super fun. Actually, the transit worker strike only affects Los Angeles county, so I am sure those of you in San Francisco or the O.C. are just laughing at us while we sit in even heavier traffic than usual. Of course, instead of taking the bus to work, we could all just go grab a snack at the local supermarket... if they weren't also on strike. Neither strike really affects me directly because I don't use the abysmal public transportation system in L.A., and I rarely shop at the chain supermarkets that are affected by the strikes. I get all my groceries at Trader Joe's because their prices are better and their checkout clerks are hotter. However, I am indirectly affected because a) no public transportation means more people clogging up the already clogged freeways, 2) most of these people drive like they have their entire head jammed up their own ass, and d) there are already enough people on the fucking freeway that drive like complete assmasters, so the addition of 400,000 more of these dickholes to the freeways is enough to send me into a murderous rage.
That said, I know you are all absolutely dying to hear about what happened this weekend at the Artwalk. I know you are breathless with anticipation. I know you are all on the edges of your seats waiting to hear about the superstars in attendance and the wild sex parties and the alcohol and substance consumption that we all engaged in with reckless abandon.
Well, I can't tell you about any of that because I was sworn to secrecy by several naked rock stars and at least eleven and a half C-list celebrities. I can tell you that it was alternately stressful and fun, nerve-wracking and exhilarating, stone-cold sober and blissfully intoxicated. I even sold some art, shockingly enough. I also drank enough alcohol to kill a small elephant. I wasn't the only one. I have already begun drafting the apology letter to my liver.
Now that AlcoholWalk is over, I must turn my attention to my next adventure, namely my trip to Ireland and England. I will be departing for the glorious Emerald Isle next Monday afternoon, and for the next several days I will be wandering around taking more photographs than I know what to do with. I might even manage to drink a Guinness or two. Then I'll be off to northern England to visit a friend and take more photos. I am sure that there will be a lot of alcohol consumption, and I am positive that I will make a complete ass of myself at some point, which I will be sure to ask my friend to document with plenty of digital photos for your viewing pleasure. After all, that's what I'm here for - to make an ass of myself for your entertainment. I'm ever so selfless, don't you agree?
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