Hey! I tricked my BFF into putting me up for the weekend, so I’m off to Wyoming. I think I’m bringing a laptop, though, because I want to get a jumpstart on a book review I’m writing. I will also be bringing my camera and I hope my MP3 player, and of course, my phone. This may be the most electronic devices I have ever traveled with, but I will be staying with a fellow NerdAbrarian, so she will understand.
I think I’ll be sending you all a couple of postcards, though, so you can stay abreast of impending shenanigans.
I am so excited to flee the Poxtator, who has been generally unpleasant for the past week. Supposedly there’s a blizzard a-brewing, so I could get stuck in Denver for a while. Which is okay, because, NO POXTATOR. Also, no rattling windows while the construction site across the street creates a mini-apocalyptic wasteland where a house used to be. I told Companion that if I get stuck in Denver I’m going to hook it up with some hott tranny action. Hott Trannys are the new Botox.
Today I leave you with one of my favorite songs. I first heard it in college on Dexter Gordon’s Way Out West, but it was written by Johnny Mercer. This is the best version I could find on Blorttube.
Because god hates me, the airport shuttle is coming at 4:30 tomorrow morning. Fnif.
Wow, Strudel’s pox is massively widespread. Poor kid, and poor you for having to deal with her.
Yeah, Denver’s supposed to get smacked with that storm too. I heard a foot by tomorrow AM, damnit, but I bet it’s all melted by Saturday afternoon.
Shiot.
I always liked the version as sung by ‘the cowboy’ on the movie Innerspace. But then again no one may have any idea what I’m talking aboot.
Innerspace! I didn’t know that was on there. I will have to peep that now. Thanks.