uppidty date!
The District did not sleep alone tonight; the hotel bar was officially torn the fuck up: jnthn,clara, myself, and a random pharmaceutical journalist. A pharmaceutical journalist you say? yes... a pharmaceutical journalist.
Clara shows off her irresistible eyes.
Gin? What Gin? I Frink pchu drbaunk troo much.
Jet Setters Rule #465: Travel light, just the essentials.
"Hey I've got some pop rocks, you've got no hand... wanna rock?"
This morning was a little rough due to the sampling of every NE micro brew ever made including something involving nine magic cats, or whatever.
After my HWI (hot waffle injection) I was doin' quite a bit better.
*************
update: of Amtrack, misplaced autos and the cat's ass.
************
BWI airport is about 45 minutes from D.C. so I hopped a shuttle to the train station to complete my trip.
Amtrak Attendant: "I'm sorry sir, no trains are running, a car has fallen onto the tracks and we don't know how long until it is removed."
Me: "Fallen, as in out of the air?"
Amtrak: "no as in off an overpass."
Me: "you say that like it's more logical."
I ended up taking a $50 cab ride into town, where I had to direct the driver, seems I knew my way around better.
**********
I have now arrived at my pad, and I do mean pad, which is most certainly the origin of the phrase, "cat's ass."
cheers.
*************
Tomorrow morning hop the jets to D.C. (not Brazil).
I've never been to the seat of democracy, or porno for that matter (I hear it's at some lake in New Mexico where there is a testable PPM of ejaculate).
To the District it is, and I'll be sure to have the Magnetic Fields - 69 Love Songs v. 2 on hand lest I forget how to spell W-A-SHI-T-O-N .... DC!
As I drift off to sleep with the Postal Service playing on the hotel stereo and the lingering taste of Pop Rocks from the minibar (yes, the hotel I'm staying at comes complete with PopRocks).
The purpose of my trip is of the highest confidentiality, or at least pretentiality if I'm allowed to make up words - and I am.
I will be at the SGB there on the 15th - just look for the Irsihman with the blue eyes (no, Scopitone is in Cali). Although he should be in D.C., I'm not quite sure the city could handle both of us.
The District did not sleep alone tonight; the hotel bar was officially torn the fuck up: jnthn,clara, myself, and a random pharmaceutical journalist. A pharmaceutical journalist you say? yes... a pharmaceutical journalist.
Clara shows off her irresistible eyes.
Gin? What Gin? I Frink pchu drbaunk troo much.
Jet Setters Rule #465: Travel light, just the essentials.
"Hey I've got some pop rocks, you've got no hand... wanna rock?"
This morning was a little rough due to the sampling of every NE micro brew ever made including something involving nine magic cats, or whatever.
After my HWI (hot waffle injection) I was doin' quite a bit better.
*************
update: of Amtrack, misplaced autos and the cat's ass.
************
BWI airport is about 45 minutes from D.C. so I hopped a shuttle to the train station to complete my trip.
Amtrak Attendant: "I'm sorry sir, no trains are running, a car has fallen onto the tracks and we don't know how long until it is removed."
Me: "Fallen, as in out of the air?"
Amtrak: "no as in off an overpass."
Me: "you say that like it's more logical."
I ended up taking a $50 cab ride into town, where I had to direct the driver, seems I knew my way around better.
**********
I have now arrived at my pad, and I do mean pad, which is most certainly the origin of the phrase, "cat's ass."
cheers.
*************
Tomorrow morning hop the jets to D.C. (not Brazil).
I've never been to the seat of democracy, or porno for that matter (I hear it's at some lake in New Mexico where there is a testable PPM of ejaculate).
To the District it is, and I'll be sure to have the Magnetic Fields - 69 Love Songs v. 2 on hand lest I forget how to spell W-A-SHI-T-O-N .... DC!
As I drift off to sleep with the Postal Service playing on the hotel stereo and the lingering taste of Pop Rocks from the minibar (yes, the hotel I'm staying at comes complete with PopRocks).
The purpose of my trip is of the highest confidentiality, or at least pretentiality if I'm allowed to make up words - and I am.
I will be at the SGB there on the 15th - just look for the Irsihman with the blue eyes (no, Scopitone is in Cali). Although he should be in D.C., I'm not quite sure the city could handle both of us.
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Edit: Since we're on the topic, what do you think of the name?
[Edited on Jun 17, 2004 12:41PM]