Escalating
I have no blog topic in mind today; list of ticks goes:
Earlier I went into The Good Doctor’s office. There was a businessman of some kind visiting him. The Good Doctor introduced me as his Editorial Assistant and said matter-of-factly, "She’s very important." So I gave a little bow, said "thank you" and "nice to meet you." How nice for it to be spoken that you’re important.
While I was in a stall in the bathroom a blonde came in, not whistling but doing a "che-che-che" sort of tongue-drumming. I don’t know if it was the same blonde or not. I thought the whistling blonde was thinner. Anyway, while she was peeing and I was washing my hands, we had a conversation about how the bathroom was disgusting and how it isn’t very difficult to do your business neatly. Never been a fan of public bathroom chatting with strangers.
Oh yea, kids, I’m going to fucking Vegas. This is for real, not like that bit about moving to Paris. Mak and I will be hopping on a plane on October 5 and returning October 8. I’m gonna dress up like a Playboy bunny (I'm not allowed to search "Playboy bunny" at work; probably I will be arrested later today for trying. Create your own picture.) and drink Cosmopolitans. Not much of a gambler. Later, if I remember I will post a picture from the first and only other time I was in Las Vegas. It’s a doozy.
Worry not, east coast friends. Big Trip will not inch in on Big Party to be held on October 9 for celebrating the birthdays of Mark, Melissa, and Lauren, and my moving into Mark’s, which will then be my, or (ahem) our cozy home.
Earlier I went into The Good Doctor’s office. There was a businessman of some kind visiting him. The Good Doctor introduced me as his Editorial Assistant and said matter-of-factly, "She’s very important." So I gave a little bow, said "thank you" and "nice to meet you." How nice for it to be spoken that you’re important.
While I was in a stall in the bathroom a blonde came in, not whistling but doing a "che-che-che" sort of tongue-drumming. I don’t know if it was the same blonde or not. I thought the whistling blonde was thinner. Anyway, while she was peeing and I was washing my hands, we had a conversation about how the bathroom was disgusting and how it isn’t very difficult to do your business neatly. Never been a fan of public bathroom chatting with strangers.
Oh yea, kids, I’m going to fucking Vegas. This is for real, not like that bit about moving to Paris. Mak and I will be hopping on a plane on October 5 and returning October 8. I’m gonna dress up like a Playboy bunny (I'm not allowed to search "Playboy bunny" at work; probably I will be arrested later today for trying. Create your own picture.) and drink Cosmopolitans. Not much of a gambler. Later, if I remember I will post a picture from the first and only other time I was in Las Vegas. It’s a doozy.
Worry not, east coast friends. Big Trip will not inch in on Big Party to be held on October 9 for celebrating the birthdays of Mark, Melissa, and Lauren, and my moving into Mark’s, which will then be my, or (ahem) our cozy home.
2 Comments:
That is so fucking RAD!!!!!
yeah, there's gonna be a party for ya!
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