I had a long weekend during which I partied like a rock star.
Julian Casablancas is a crybaby, people. That's all I have to say. He hasn't a prayer of keeping up with my middle-aged bottom ;p I bet *he* doesn't go to work when he feels like this.
I went to bed coma early last night, because I was feeling weird and completely wiped out, and a little too emo for my tastes. Funny how tired turns up the volume on Q&A story time in your head, hmmm?
I traded sleep this weekend for two amazing dinners (one prepared by our fabulous in-house chef no less), fabulous panty-dropping truffles (will stoop for marzipan), gorgeous roses, laughing my ass directly off, tea, and other completely respectable PG-13 activities. Thank you for so graciously tolerating my presence
tranari and
perseph12 , I know that my entourage
messes things up a bit and that they tend to leave behind piles of fingerless gloves when they depart, but I think that passion fruit liquor and ridiculous white honey that should be illegal in 40 states more than makes up for their rude behavior.
Besides, I'm rather hoping that there are many more scheduled stops in Leicester on this tour...
otherwise, marketing is going to be hella pissed that they have to re-do all these t-shirts ;)