Busiest Week Ever

Evening my pets,

Profuse apologies for having been MIA for the past few days. My weave was on overload and let's just say that my plate was more than full.

Let's recap, shall we?

Wednesday:
First of all, Amen sista friend that our favorite closet case, Sanjaya, was booted off American Idol! Good job, America! For once, your votes made a difference! That talentless lady deserves nothing less than a swift kick in the ass (although he may ask you to do that repeatedly...and with a dildo or broom handle).

Thursday:
The lovely soiree du jour to celebrate the birthdays of Jackie and Lisa. Holla ladies! What a delicious turnout. Many of their nearest and dearest came out to Sutra to dance dance dance! What a fun evening!

Friday:
Another busy day at work then I had to fly myself up to Boston for another gig this weekend. Now remember, this weave does not like to talk about work, so no details on that. However, I will say that flying on a Friday afternoon can prove to be very aggravating, especially when you could have taken a train (that's train, people...not trannie) to get to your destination. After some serious delays at La Guardia's Marine Air Terminal, which loosely translates to Bootleg Terminal, we got to Boston five hours after we left the office. Sheesh! To add to the horrors, we stayed at the Hyatt Regency in Cambridge, which apparently is summer camp for fat Midwesterners. And to drop the final piece of shit into the toilet, I had a screaming baby next door to me. I generally prefer to stay at adult hotels (ie the W, Nine Zero, etc), but made the mistake of booking at this hotel because of its proximity to my shoot. That demon child decided to scream and wail every hour, on the hour, that night. What I wouldn't give to have had a box of wire hangers next to my bed...

Saturday:
First of all, happy Birthday Lisa!

And in Boston...What an amazingly gorgeous day! Shannon and I hit Newbury Street and shopped until our heels said, "Are you crazy, bitch? Sit me down!". Ms. Natalie also joined us and we had a glorious afternoon. Also, big ups to the deliciousness of Charles Street in Beacon Hill. Who knew such a lovely little situation existed? Note to future sugar daddy(ies): Please invest in property here for me...um, I mean...us.

That evening, Shannon and I had a gorgeous dinner in Davis Square at a cute little Italian place. Very romantic. We toasted our love, and by our love, I mean our eggplant rolls.

Sunday:
All work, all day. Very busy very busy! Actually, not THAT busy but I did have a few high stress moments which were satiated with more craft service than I could imagine. Sometimes my eyes are just bigger than my mouth. Hmmm I don't think that's how the saying goes, but maybe I'll try it out on a future date.

I'd also like to share Ms. Berna's quote of the day: "It's not gay if you're drunk". You hear that frat boys? Ring the alarm!

In terms of work, all I can say is that those MIT kiddies sure are funky! How do you pack so little rhythm into such a lanky body? Maybe THAT'S something they could study. A + B - C +D -E = WATCH SOME SOUL TRAIN AND REPEAT!

After the concert, my weave flew back to NYC and now I need to hang it up before I look a hot crazy horse haired weaved up mess for tomorrow. I need to tell my pores a bedtime story and hope they close their mouths tomorrow. No need for Auntie pimples to come to town.

And good NIGHT!