February 23, 2005
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fret not, dear ones, I have avoided putting my head in the oven and continue to pass all the open windows. a good talk was had and I feel greatly relieved.
Paula and I saw Paul Westerburg at the Showbox Friday night. I woke up at 5am with self loathing, that “oh. my. god. I am SUCH an ASS” feeling. kwim? I won’t be drinking for a while.
we had dinner beforehand at the pink door. I was flirting with the bartender ::rollseyes*Iwassuchanass*:: but had to stop because he actually seemed to be taking me up on it. I’m such an ass.
that’s the view from the hotel veranda.
well, gotta go… no need to expand on what an ass I was. I didn’t throw up, fall down, or wet myself so I guess I’m ahead of the game. my biggest transgression, apparently, was a need to talk non-stop about Buffy and Cordelia, until Paula was forced to shout, “SHUT UP, WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP!” I can live with that.
as I said, gotta go… BabyJane’s all excited because I just said to her those three little words every girl longs to hear: let’s go out.
Comments (19)
I missssssssss Seattle so baaaaaaaad! I’m glad you’re feeling better. Don’t be embarrassed about partying. You needed to do it.
what’s the fun of a totally assless existence?
(fangirl! lol)
dude! the bartender looks just like the dude from mythbusters. hell, i’da hadda flirt, too.
and sandking is right: mmmmmm asssssss.
Why does getting drunk and talking Buffy and Cordelia with you sound insanely appealing?
fun pics! i’ve missed what’s going on… but hope you are feeling better. and notice from your last post, you mention h.c.jr.~ahhh what a doll baby HE is!
well you don’t look shit faced in the picture, at all.
doesn’t sound like any assage there. I mean in terms of acting like one. (wink, wink)
glad you’re better. Was worried…not that you’d stick your head in the oven…I mean even if you did, i noticed it was electric, so um, that’d just be stupid. And you’re not stupid.
weeeeeell, Paula said she turned around once and I was standing there clapping with my water cup protruding from my cleavage. yeah.
woohoo as long as you didn’t wet yourself, it’s a victory!!!
At least your cleavage is large enough to safely hold a water cup…I mean you were wearing a white top-it could have escalated into a wet t-shirt contest…
-M
goddamit lara…
that bar tender looks like he couldnt even impregnate an ironing table.
I’m glad today is better than yesterday sweetie, take care! Mwah
where did you go?
I would get drunk with you any day!
We could make asses of ourselves together.
Oh man, that bartender does look like the guy from mythbusters.
HEY I just ordered those glasses in tortoise!
I am glad you didnt put your head in the oven.
You were in *my* neck of the woods!! Did you get some Dick’s while you were down this way??
ok this is good… I know the bartender!!! He is a friend of a lady I work with. YAY! And YAY for Paul Westerberg, that is super good stuff.
xoxo
Is that the bartender? He looks like the guy from Mythbusters.
I’ve had way worse ass-moment nights, I don’t think you need to hang your head in shame for anything this time around!
whatever happen to baby jane? (cool specs you got there!)