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10.13.2003 - 6:23 p.m.
Monday
I cannot believe JournalCon
is in, like, four days. Holy shit. I've been thinking about it
for so long it's hard to believe it is really going to happen.
In FOUR DAYS.
I keep trying to guess what
the weekend will be like, but I really have no idea. I know there
are lots of people I'm urine-sprayingly excited to meet, and
maybe that's enough. It doesn't make any sense to spend time
worrying about whether anyone will talk to me or whether my ass
will look too fat or whether I will suddenly be afflicted with
a case of Tourette's during my panel or whatever.
I do know one thing for certain,
I am going to have to get up way too early in the morning
on Friday. What flavor of crack was I smoking when I booked a
United flight departing at - dear god - 6:05 AM? I mean 6 AM
is horrendous in and of itself, but when you factor in the 20
minute drive to the airport, the arrive-early-for-shoe x-rays
necessity, the last minute packing...oh, I can't bear it. It
will dark when my alarm goes off. Very, very dark.
Annoyingly, it's not even a
direct flight. I got my tickets months ago, and they were still
expensive as hell and I have to connect through Denver. Gah.
I hate hate hate flying, so the prospect of two separate flights
to get to Austin and its non-hub ass is evil. Evil I say!
I will be in good company,
though - the lovely Chiara
is my flight-mate and 'Con roomie. And frankly, I think she is
going to be disgusted at just how much primping and prepping
goes into my daily routine. Chiara is one of those people who
don't wear a stitch of makeup and they have beautiful lustrous
skin that never gets all shiny and they can just pull their hair
in a ponytail and kabam, they're ready to go and they look great.
I, on the other hand, have to put on fifty different moisturizers
spackle myself with foundation brush my eyebrows put on blusher
powder my nose and I still need to flatiron my hair and
oh god I look like ass give me like 45 minutes okay?
Sorry in advance for hogging
the bathroom, Chiara.
Well, and speaking of Chiara,
thus allowing me to wheel into a seamless journal transition
(*cough hackneyed segue cough*), JB and I had the pleasure of
eating a large vat of sushi with her and Carl, her awesome boyfriend,
on Saturday. They visited our house, too, where Dog placed her
paw on Chiara's knee and bowed her head solemnly, which I thought
was a nice touch. You like your guests to feel revered, you know?
So that was a nice Saturday.
On Sunday we headed downtown to Westlake Center because I am
a genius.
No really! I am totally
a genius. JB was telling me that he wanted a skull-and-crossbones
sticker for a piece of his dive gear (because it's...filled with
cyanide gas? now I can't remember) and he was googling around
looking for a graphic he could print on sticker paper and I suddenly
knew exactly where to find the sticker he wanted: Hot Topic.
Yes, the cheesy store filled
with flame-imprinted pleather pants, "ironic" Care
Bear keychains, Manic Panic hair dye, The Crow posters, etc.
We walked in (setting off the Geezer Alarm) and there was his
sticker, just the right size, right there in the glass display
case. Genius!
After that highly satisfying
outing, we ventured down to Pike Place, where I ate a humongous
salmon filet sandwich and we bought about seventy pounds of mussels.
The weather was completely crazy: dark and raining one minute,
sunny but freakishly windy the next - my hair became a super-freak,
super-freak, it was super-freaky - and everyone was occupied
with constantly struggling into/out of their jackets.
Later I went shopping at Bed
Bath & Beyond and bought a pair of king sized pillowcases,
and then went to Old Navy where I picked up a lambswool sweater.
I came home, realized my pillows are NOT king sized, tried on
the sweater and practically dug furrows in my skin from the furious
itching, so BACK to Bed Bath & Beyond for STANDARD pillowcases,
and BACK to Old Navy to return the sweater (Salesgirl: "Was
there something wrong with the sweater?" Me: "It makes
me completely freak out." Salesgirl: "....oh.")
Genius! Wait, no.
It was a good weekend overall
but it went by so fast. And now it's almost JournalCon!
I have to pack! And prepare my liver! FOUR DAYS!
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12
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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