The weekend was chill almost to perfection. I caught Ely Guerra at Summerstage and Jody Watley and Donnie at Prospect Park. All were great. I spent most of the weekend puttering around the house because I was just tired. I've been beat lately. Being on the scene so much is wearing me out. My flighty self is contemplating new ways to spend some time. But, my life is being made miserable by a touch of allergies. I need to dig out my Claritin from wherever I packed it. I'm about to ban the cats (though I love them so) from my room because all the hair is killing me. I've woken up hacking the past 2 days and I feel like the fan is just blowing it down my throat more. I need to attack the room with the vacuum cleaner and give those furballs a good brushing.
The event's tomorrow and I'm picking up some of the stress that the organizers are feeling. The venue owners were being real idiots last week having scheduled a photo shoot for him running until when the doors for the thing were supposed to open. But, they grew a brain (and probably got threatened with a lawsuit), so everything's all good for tomorrow -- and you bet your ass I'm gonna try for an autograph. He's like all kinds of fine. I have no idea what to wear considering I'm going to be there from 3:30 until its over and then trot off to the afterparty if I'm not dead on my feet. And I'm not even going to have that much of a chance to be super social I think because unlike last year when I volunteered and floated aimlessly and drank until I got to be guest list girl at the door, I'm going to be doing credit card transactions this time and trying not to fuck up. Regardless, me being me, I'll be about some dancing, lightly boozing, and chattering. Or folks could just come and buy something and chat me up then. A few folks have been asking me about a freebie hookup. I suppose I could be called on arrival and let you know what I could do, if not $10 for all the stuff they'll have going isn't even bad.
Posted by Candicissima at August 4, 2003 01:00 PM