October 13th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

ravencreature Stoled My Pussy*!

Anyone get the license plate number from that trilliankincaid that ran me over last night?

Ah, Wednesday was eggs-fucking-zactly what I needed.

Cocktails began at 6 with Ben and Bat, and over the course of the next eight hours, I was swimming in the company of some of my dearest friends, many whom I hadn't seen in far too many years.

Melinda, Audrey, Miss Linda, Christie, Laura, Terrance, Kallisti and Lance, Indra, and on and on…

Needless to say (but somehow still surprising to me) I feel like refried shit on toast today. It's the most I can do to hit the 'mute' button on the Ted Nugent biography I've been watching in our hotel room. Any activity past that is just far too strenuous.

So before I crawl back under the covers and call the Smithsonian and ask them to pick up this lovely hangover I have for their exhibit of debauchery, I just wanna thank (and damn) you lovely, LOVELY creatures who brought so much bonhomie and alcohol into my soul and veins respectively. Everything I can remember that happened last night I will always treasure. The rest — fuck it.

*Raven somehow made off with my Pussy.