I had a tourney at 10 am, which I missed because I was out being a delinquent with Adalae and her crew of penis friends. They were very sweet. It was good times.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)When I hang out with folks that are naturally inclined to be very bad (meaning, stealing construction signs from the city streets and running around hotel hallways in their skivvies) I'm reminded of just how simple, boring, and uneventful I am. And in a strange way, this makes me very happy. (Haha.) Meanwhile, Adalae is intent on changing me. I told her there isn't enough alcohol on the planet. She'll need to untap unknown, lost, bootlegged resources to unwind this uptight prude.
Afterall, this is a girl that shacked up with a porn director for half a week, ran around with directors, producers, and performers for a full week and only managed ONE potentially incriminating photo. (which actually, isn't very incriminating at all. See Xbiz's July issue.)
I did end the evening with a nick name, from one of her penis friends "Business Boots". Apparently black flat calf boots mean business. I told him it was the walk.
Tonight a buddy of mine is having a birthday get-2-get-her at Hula Hula, a joint that is slowing turning into a regular haunt for me, as the cats that run the block are awesome as fucking hell. I LOVE the host, the bartender, the bouncer --- they're all great people. Really sweet. I'm hoping I'll be able to bug them tonight and get a few songs in, if only to give Bill the big happy birthday.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)And btw, I totally miss Phoebe. =( She is safely tucked away in FL, and I want to saw the state off of the country for temporarily stealing her. Next I'm going for that bitch holding the torch. -_______-
