*whew!* Let me sit down for just one moment, oh Lord. My feet are sore from all the running around, it's been such a hectic week.. my soles.. and my soul.. is so worn out! *laughing* We're busy beyond belief, but in a good way.
We went to see Jim Munroe read at Remedy last night, and it was a blast. He presented with a political cartoonist and this God awful writer Emily Pohl-Weary.. Who's idols, in terms of sex appeal, were Peg Bundy from Married with Children and Courtney Love. No joke. She told us. It was one of those situations where you can't really look anyone in the eye, because if you start laughing.. you're not going to stop. *chuckle* It was so bad! Her book was atrocious, and I couldn't find out how on earth anyone had chosen to publish it.. Turns out they hadn't.. It's self published! *laughing hard* Mr. Almost Poshlust and I had quite a good laugh about it I tell you, mean spiteful haughty people that we are... But honestly, it was the worst.
We had a good time regardless.. funny how being united against something comically nauseating does that to people.. And it wasn't a complete bust, we did get to see Mr. Munroe read. Which was worth every Peg Bundy wannabe. Almost.
Our "cocktail" party (as Mr. T insists on calling it.. Ohhh.. alright.. if we have to be so cool.. ) is tomorrow, and I'm busy as a bee trying to tidy. Ok.. maybe that's an understatement? I'm gonna whip that vacuum cleaner around our house like Andrew through Florida. Hot Damn. It's gonna look so good, none of our party attendees will know that it's usually covered in paint and empty wine glasses. Ah. So. But I've got delicious posh little yummies to feed people, and great drinks and good music. If they don't have a good time then bollocks to them, yes? God, wish me luck. I'll die if they don't have fun.
More later, once I've scrapped the paint off the coffee table..
Ciao!
We went to see Jim Munroe read at Remedy last night, and it was a blast. He presented with a political cartoonist and this God awful writer Emily Pohl-Weary.. Who's idols, in terms of sex appeal, were Peg Bundy from Married with Children and Courtney Love. No joke. She told us. It was one of those situations where you can't really look anyone in the eye, because if you start laughing.. you're not going to stop. *chuckle* It was so bad! Her book was atrocious, and I couldn't find out how on earth anyone had chosen to publish it.. Turns out they hadn't.. It's self published! *laughing hard* Mr. Almost Poshlust and I had quite a good laugh about it I tell you, mean spiteful haughty people that we are... But honestly, it was the worst.
We had a good time regardless.. funny how being united against something comically nauseating does that to people.. And it wasn't a complete bust, we did get to see Mr. Munroe read. Which was worth every Peg Bundy wannabe. Almost.
Our "cocktail" party (as Mr. T insists on calling it.. Ohhh.. alright.. if we have to be so cool.. ) is tomorrow, and I'm busy as a bee trying to tidy. Ok.. maybe that's an understatement? I'm gonna whip that vacuum cleaner around our house like Andrew through Florida. Hot Damn. It's gonna look so good, none of our party attendees will know that it's usually covered in paint and empty wine glasses. Ah. So. But I've got delicious posh little yummies to feed people, and great drinks and good music. If they don't have a good time then bollocks to them, yes? God, wish me luck. I'll die if they don't have fun.
More later, once I've scrapped the paint off the coffee table..
Ciao!
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