THERE'S AN APOLOGY IN HERE SOMEWHERE
so, i guess EVERYONE knows already, but jessica brought me to the west coast for the two final shows of tour as the most amazing birthday present ever.
fort myers has just finished building a new terminal. it's been open for about a week and they are still working out the kinks. when we arrived i didn't have any idea where we were flying. at the gate the screen which displays the flight information wasn't working and they made NO annoucements, ie: "now boarding flight 919 with service to kyoto" so even after i had boarded i was clueless. when we landed in atlanta i thought we had arrived at our final destination. i kept asking "what's going on in atlanta this weekend?" and jessica responded with "let's check out terminal a". when we got to the next gate i saw where we were really going. gah!
karolyn and bryan were waiting with cake, cocktails by jenn, banners, balloons, "noise" makers, pressies and a huge card! i haven't laughed so much in a long time.
we had a beautiful drive through the desert during which we stopped too infrequently to comfort our bladders and for lunch at general patton's war museum. karolyn played "i kissed a girl" on the jukebox and the room fell silent. she also violently swung her arm at the older couple next to us later claiming that the spasm had resulted from the fact that she "got the funk". they promptly left.
i sat in front of noel, the purple people annoyer, at the greek. he and his "companion" were infuriating with their singing, haggling and general mindless chatter. half way through beekeeper they returned to their seats, after one of many (i can only guess) crack breaks from the show, and started SCREAMING "rushers! run you maggots! little fucking vermin! rush, rush!" we decided to go down and stand by adam corrolla for the encores, but the damage was really already done.
even though i missed 80% of the tour, being in phoenix and los angeles still left me with the same feelings of withdrawal. it has led me to desperate actions:
the jackass who runs the company i work for has neglected to pay the landlord and we are being evicted from our office. they are moving operations to another location (probably today) and then, apparently, everyone else who works here is leaving to set up companies in areas devastated by katrina. that leaves me to run the entire office down here. alone. in the meantime, while everyone is running around fending for themselves, i am already confined to solitary with none of the essentials (ie: a phone, which the landlord took when we didn't pay the rent) needed to do my job. so basically the past couple of days have consisted of me sitting in here with plenty to do and no way to do it. this has resulted in the following: spending countless hours looking for apartments in new orleans, updating address information with banks, looking for japanese artwork on ebay, searching for anyone i have ever even briefly met on friendster and myspace, reading forwards, SENDING FORWARDS, general bitchy behavior.
For those who received said forward, I deeply apologize. It was an act of desperation.
fort myers has just finished building a new terminal. it's been open for about a week and they are still working out the kinks. when we arrived i didn't have any idea where we were flying. at the gate the screen which displays the flight information wasn't working and they made NO annoucements, ie: "now boarding flight 919 with service to kyoto" so even after i had boarded i was clueless. when we landed in atlanta i thought we had arrived at our final destination. i kept asking "what's going on in atlanta this weekend?" and jessica responded with "let's check out terminal a". when we got to the next gate i saw where we were really going. gah!
karolyn and bryan were waiting with cake, cocktails by jenn, banners, balloons, "noise" makers, pressies and a huge card! i haven't laughed so much in a long time.
we had a beautiful drive through the desert during which we stopped too infrequently to comfort our bladders and for lunch at general patton's war museum. karolyn played "i kissed a girl" on the jukebox and the room fell silent. she also violently swung her arm at the older couple next to us later claiming that the spasm had resulted from the fact that she "got the funk". they promptly left.
i sat in front of noel, the purple people annoyer, at the greek. he and his "companion" were infuriating with their singing, haggling and general mindless chatter. half way through beekeeper they returned to their seats, after one of many (i can only guess) crack breaks from the show, and started SCREAMING "rushers! run you maggots! little fucking vermin! rush, rush!" we decided to go down and stand by adam corrolla for the encores, but the damage was really already done.
even though i missed 80% of the tour, being in phoenix and los angeles still left me with the same feelings of withdrawal. it has led me to desperate actions:
the jackass who runs the company i work for has neglected to pay the landlord and we are being evicted from our office. they are moving operations to another location (probably today) and then, apparently, everyone else who works here is leaving to set up companies in areas devastated by katrina. that leaves me to run the entire office down here. alone. in the meantime, while everyone is running around fending for themselves, i am already confined to solitary with none of the essentials (ie: a phone, which the landlord took when we didn't pay the rent) needed to do my job. so basically the past couple of days have consisted of me sitting in here with plenty to do and no way to do it. this has resulted in the following: spending countless hours looking for apartments in new orleans, updating address information with banks, looking for japanese artwork on ebay, searching for anyone i have ever even briefly met on friendster and myspace, reading forwards, SENDING FORWARDS, general bitchy behavior.
For those who received said forward, I deeply apologize. It was an act of desperation.