For all those wondering, the interview went extremely well...
Ah, but there are PROCEDURES to take now, for there is always a price for good fun. Mine is what we folk call a "hangover". Too much Cider.
Jack was fun. Jack, even though not being much like he is on stage, still seems to retain the sacastic-yet-down to earth type humor. It was good times. Well, after drving in circles for 30 minutes, at least.
I also ran myself out of quite a lot of money by buying drinks for everyone. I went from $140 to $14 within 6 hours.
Yes, the interview took six hours.
On a side note, I have to call the, what do we call her again oh YES, the "woman I'm in love with" in order to make sure that she doesn't spit hellfire at me the next time she see's my face. I fear I have said too much truth about her current wannabe-Danzig boyfriend, and it may come back to haunt me later, as so many things do.
Such as too much Cider....
On that note, I shall run off and dunk my head in a pool of ice cold water. Then, it's toast, two asprin, and a glass of water before the daily dosing of "too much" coffee.
Oh, and my toe is still broken.
(For those of you that don't know the pathetic story, I broke my toe running rampant down my own driveway in socks, chasing a moving vechile...)
Ah, but there are PROCEDURES to take now, for there is always a price for good fun. Mine is what we folk call a "hangover". Too much Cider.
Jack was fun. Jack, even though not being much like he is on stage, still seems to retain the sacastic-yet-down to earth type humor. It was good times. Well, after drving in circles for 30 minutes, at least.
I also ran myself out of quite a lot of money by buying drinks for everyone. I went from $140 to $14 within 6 hours.
Yes, the interview took six hours.
On a side note, I have to call the, what do we call her again oh YES, the "woman I'm in love with" in order to make sure that she doesn't spit hellfire at me the next time she see's my face. I fear I have said too much truth about her current wannabe-Danzig boyfriend, and it may come back to haunt me later, as so many things do.
Such as too much Cider....
On that note, I shall run off and dunk my head in a pool of ice cold water. Then, it's toast, two asprin, and a glass of water before the daily dosing of "too much" coffee.
Oh, and my toe is still broken.
(For those of you that don't know the pathetic story, I broke my toe running rampant down my own driveway in socks, chasing a moving vechile...)
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I thought Scarsdale banished guys with lip rings, to, like, White Plains...!?