A Fabulous Time Was Had By All
The weekend rocked me north, east, south, and west, but I can't fill you in on the festivities today because I have to re-proof a book I've already read cover-to-cover five times but can't let go to the printers before I check it one more time because I'm crazy and paranoid like that, so you're going to have to wait another day or so for a full report. For an account of the party that inspired the thirty-nine hour trip to the greater Los Angeles area, please see Exhibit A.
For an account of my three favorite strangers encountered on the trip, please see Exhibit B, conveniently following in numbered list format:
1. Our waiter at breakfast for being lovely even though I asked him three times in the span of a minute and a half if this was the free breakfast, as in the one that costs nothing, that we don't have to pay for.
2. The guy in the safari shirt and khaki shorts wearing the straw hat and riding a red beach cruiser, in the basket of which was a fluffy little dog wearing tan (understated, yet sophisticated and alluring!) Doggles (oh, how I wish I'd gotten a photo).
3. The guy on the hog who pulled up next to our speeding car, took a big drag on his cigar, and then nodded at me in a "charmed, I'm sure" sort of way, only with more leather and more tattoos and more raw whining power between his legs than one would expect from a "charmed, I'm sure" type of guy. I love you Stogie Hog guy.
That's right. Thirty-nine hours, baby. Me so sleepy.
i'm sorry... but "doggles"??? okay, now the world really has gone quite mad...
(mind you, they do look good. what would you recommend for a beagle who has a penchant for prada?)
these comments have nothing at all to do with the daily post.
i was just looking at your picture (purrrRrRrRrrowwll) and your One Hundred list...
#2: what surprises you?
#4: do they smile back?
#6: that's like having a mild addiction to crack.
#8: !
#11: wait, you're young.
#20: yes to both...but no yappy dogs.
#22: don't exceed the maximum recommended dose of dramamine.
#23: get a digital clock; they don’t tick.
#29: most people fear life, so you’re ok for now.
#30: “moderate obsessive-compulsive disorder” is something only an obsessive-compulsive would say.
#32: that’s less of a desirable state than you realize.
#34: “only one person ever understood me…and he didn’t understand me.” The last words of German philosopher Heinrich Heine
#35: I have been accused of being a (1) communist, (2) a liberal, (3) a fascist, (4) a Nazi, (5) an asshole. the only one I don’t take exception to is 5.
#42: then you must have a lot of money.
#43: you’ll get over that.
#44: that makes me cry.
#52: when you can say the same for wagner, you will understand much that now is only as a thin cloud on a cold day to you.
#54: if you knew as much as I did, you would be in a purple rage.
#57: I’d have to stand at least 7 feet away…and upwind.
#61: I could kiss you for that.
#62: I take it back.
#63: (I’d have to tell you this one in private. these walls have ears.)
#64: don’t fight it. that’s known as myth-making.
#66: that and a large bank balance, I’ll bet.
#70: a few slight flaws in a goddess is a portal through which the eternal love of a hero might pass.
#77: why do you say “imagine”?
#81: don’t.
#83: do you know how they were destroyed? I mean…really know? if you let me kiss your hand, I’ll tell you…and you’ll be one of only a very small handful who know.
#84: that could be…if…
#88: I think danger is a small price to pay for paranoia.
#92: Ha!
#98: someone may be working bad ju-ju on you.
#99: I’ll be you practice in front of a mirror.
#100: here’s the can’t-fail formula for the mastery of the art of drawing: wish – want – will – am – can.
Dear Raven,
You are fucking creepy, not to mention insane.
Yes, I have assigned myself the job of Leah's protector, at least from creepy people.
Sincerely,
Will