i just happened to wake up now.
last night sim came back to london somewhat unexpectedly from his home in hamburg. we met for drinkies upstairs at village with greg, and then had a perfectly delightful soho-ey dinner at balans where we made some bottles of wine disappear. it’s great to hear that sim’s enjoying himself… he’s doing well enough in his german studies that he gets to take some time off to return to the states for a while. hoorah.
we then met up with my sexy cousins michael and paul and my sexy surrogate cousin andrew at the retro bar. on the way, sim produced a bottle of smirnoff which we drank like iced water. needless to say, the time between leaving the retro bar, slithering into heaven and presumably coming home is a blur.
as i wolf down a bowl of tesco’s musli and slurp down some coffee, i’m realizing that my flight leaves heathrow in exactly 86 minutes. gonna shower, shave, pack and off i go.
what a sticky few days. the past few daze have been rushed and random. banged out a few last-minute edits for the next issue. went to the dentist. cooked with greg. did 4 weeks worth of laundry. performed delayed updates to xy.com. had dinner with mark.
my sleep schedule is so screwed up. 4 hours here, 8 hours there, 2 days with no sleep, 2 hour naps. and the best part is that i’m back to the states tomorrow… halloween in san francisco certainly can’t be missed.
not for any reason.
3 11-hour plane flights in just over one week is pretty extreme to me. i’ll probably have absorbed so much cosmic rays that i’ll glow.
sorry for evijhserf and bloghserf being down… turns out my CIHost actually means unlimited up to 20gb per month–after which we shut down your site and charge you a big ransom to get it back up.
needless to say, we’ll be switching hosts shortly. :evil:
my friend peter is always thinking outside the box. whenever he’s presented with amazingly futuristic technology, he likes to put things in perspective by linking things to george washington. i always have the same response.
for example:
hey, peter, check out this new 40gb firelite drive. it’s so small!
wow, what would george washington say if you showed him that?
where’s mah wooden teeth?!
or also:
wow, this is so funky that i can scan my own groceries at ralph’s!
yeah, try explaining that to george washington! what do you think he would say?
where’s mah wooden teeth?!
you get the idea. alternately, abe lincoln may be referenced, for which the appropriate response is, where’s mah stovepipe hat?!
great tool which generates poetry, given the url to a website.
here’s what it generated for blogsherf:
relationships suck category:
vampire normally the girls
dressed
as he cleaned up,
with
new skills
fresh experiences and
when I think the only go to
london clubs at 730am. well,
and, has done a sterotypically loud
way] of my
friends, is
synonymous with friends
have one
of the gooey
white liquid all down complimentary cocktails with
what this month, really treasure spending
time slamming back shots of my brain is primarily through
impersonal
group emails and
went out i feel that i
trekked back to san diego.
posted by admin @ 11:05
AM
yay travel.
very e. e. cummings, no? :cool:
when i’m old, i hope that i’m still dancing.
even if i’m not french.
thanks, hooman
one of my strangest memories was in new orleans when I was up on the podium at oz for [seriously] 4 hours non-stop, and when i came down at 6am and went to the bar to get some water, this little ole silver-haired lady, wearing a white, wal-mart american-flag sweatshirt, comes up to me and gives me a hug and says honey, you were just great up there, in the exact same voice my grandmother would use.
bless.
my friends have a certain expectation of me, particularly on days like today. it’s not that i’m not strong-minded or that i can’t say no… quite the contrary, it’s that i can’t not not say yes.
i won’t convince you of my woe, but let’s just say that i arrived to london gatwick this morning not nearly as refreshed as one would hope. i trekked back to finsbury park where i quickly took a disco nap. the plan was to sleep for just a few hours and then meet my mates for dinner and drinks.
Continue reading ‘ain’t no stopping us now…’
i’ve been getting about 50% of the US [and prolly UK] RDA of sleep for the past few daysnights. it’s been all good, though, and i feel that my brain is to the brim with new skills, fresh experiences and excitement for what this company, this career, my coworkers are all about.
it feels great to function as editor again, and it feels great to work with such great people as kevin and peter and the rest of the extended xy family. this two-week long business trip to san diego has gone incredibly well, and, as i wrote in my column this month, there’s really no reason for me to get excited about leaving san diego.
swishie’s got it right… holiday is state of mind. his vacation seems to be going well, and has even created a convenient language barrier.
despite my last post, it turns out i did have some mojo leftover. my work day was pretty fun-filled yesterday, and involved a high-speed car chase to the fedex office at 4:59:59pm.
the evening started with christopher locking his keys in his car immediately after arriving in hillcrest. we washed down his woe on the balcony of martini’s, a fabulous piano bar with–get this–great martinis. our waiter, lucky got our evening started with an, erm, bang. it all started when i knocked over my girly drink, spilling it all over the table, and of course getting the gooey white liquid all down the side of my dark-blue tee. he befrended us as he cleaned up, and as he replaced my drink he kept babbling [in a sterotypically loud LA-gay-boy way] about his hungry kitty. he was so bizarre that we had to flirt with him.
[insert cinematic fast-forward here]
we’re at the bar, just at closing time, slamming back shots of jager and slurping down complimentary cocktails with names like bloody tampon and dirty irishman. we stumbled out with plans to meet lucky and his crew later. christopher and i then began our hillcrest pub crawl in earnest.
Continue reading ‘root beer’
