Tiredness...
First and foremost...Happy New Year everyone.
Now...I am still trying to recover from my trip. Lots of fun. Lots of wonderful memories. Lots and lots of alcohol...followed by lots of vomiting. The shows were incredible. Pat is still absolutely one of the most gorgeous men I've ever met (and hugged, and gotten a smooch on the cheek from). Todd has to be the funniest person I now have the pleasure of knowing. What other rock star would lean over his keyboard to tell you that he has to pee...followed by doing a little dance. Or what rock star would bend down while he's playing guitar and steal the bread your friend was picking at, stick it on the edge of his keyboard, and proceed to toss it behind him about 10 minutes later. It's hard to find guys like them now. Pat was just so sweet when I was talking to him on NYE....when Gail told him who I was he just got this overwhelming look of relief on his face and yells "YOU'RE ALIVE!!" and gives me a huge hug. We talked for a few minutes...and got lots of spontaneous hugs. I adore that man. Some parts of that vacation are still fuzzy...probably due to the fact that I drank about half a bottle of Crown Royal myself after the open bar party....sheesh. I think I'm swearing off alcohol forever. Then I look at the picture of me and Chardy on the floor of the hotel room, and see why drinking can be so much fun.
As I sit and try to recall more events from the weekend (other than the fact that there was not one night I went to bed before 4am) I must go pay some bills.
Now...I am still trying to recover from my trip. Lots of fun. Lots of wonderful memories. Lots and lots of alcohol...followed by lots of vomiting. The shows were incredible. Pat is still absolutely one of the most gorgeous men I've ever met (and hugged, and gotten a smooch on the cheek from). Todd has to be the funniest person I now have the pleasure of knowing. What other rock star would lean over his keyboard to tell you that he has to pee...followed by doing a little dance. Or what rock star would bend down while he's playing guitar and steal the bread your friend was picking at, stick it on the edge of his keyboard, and proceed to toss it behind him about 10 minutes later. It's hard to find guys like them now. Pat was just so sweet when I was talking to him on NYE....when Gail told him who I was he just got this overwhelming look of relief on his face and yells "YOU'RE ALIVE!!" and gives me a huge hug. We talked for a few minutes...and got lots of spontaneous hugs. I adore that man. Some parts of that vacation are still fuzzy...probably due to the fact that I drank about half a bottle of Crown Royal myself after the open bar party....sheesh. I think I'm swearing off alcohol forever. Then I look at the picture of me and Chardy on the floor of the hotel room, and see why drinking can be so much fun.
As I sit and try to recall more events from the weekend (other than the fact that there was not one night I went to bed before 4am) I must go pay some bills.