Tuesday, October 09, 2007

you're the one for me, fatty


as a wee lad in south carolina, i never thought i'd one day be standing in a rundown hollywood glamour palace watching morrissey fling his shirt off to an adoring crowd, but that is the glory of it all, is it not?

we were lucky enough to see the moz during his 10 night stand at the palladium before he jets back to london (and an apparent youth-preserving hyperbaric chamber) and the palladium goes in for some much needed cosmetic work. and speaking of getting older, it is time for me to start wearing earplugs to concerts. there. i said it.

it has been a crazayzay week, folks, and that explains the lengthy absence from ye olde blogge. there is waaaaay too much activity going on up in heah (to quote ike & tina turner). for instance:

* fired old contractor. hired new contractor.

* quit smoking after the mister and i both took the good advice of friends and read allen carr's "how to stop smoking." who woulda thought a book could do what all kinds of prescription drugs can't, but i'm a believah! i long ago gave up routine 'during the day' smoking, but put a glass of wine (or eight) in my hands and i'd more than make up for it. but now, i drink a glass of wine and no smoking pangs. bizarro!

* watched some of the first episodes of the buzzed-about sex-a-thon hbo series 'tell me you love me' and it's growing on me. i think it could build into a pretty good show, but you can totally tell when they are using prosthetic peens vs. the real thing. speaking of, the actor sporting the prosthetic peen shops at our local gelson's and tj's and i often see him whilst there. he won't feel awkward next time our paths cross, but i sure will.

*flew to oakland, rented a car (a rash-inducing convertible pontiac crossfire, with busted sirius satellite radio no less), drove to san jose, had a meeting, drove to oakland for dinner with the delightful b&b at the delightful oliveto's, woke up, ate the best blt i ever had, drove to palo alto, went to a meeting, drove back to oakland, flew to burbank, cabbed it home and proceeded to clean the house for familial guests who arrive this evening.

...and that's all my stories. kisses and misses, loyal readers!

photo credit: la times

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