A Weekend Again

i am sitting in a bar and it is far too late for me to be out. it was a long day and i should call it, but the time at the rack here is proving to be extremely therapeutic. there is something about wi-fi in a bar--you know, goldshlager and crown royal brought to you whilst i surf all of your sites and play warcraft--it is an extremely beautiful thing. so there is drink-slinging post bobin on the morrow, then an early session in the studio 80 miles away, a ride back up to town for a family portrait at 4, then back down to the studio, then another bobin day, then to slinging drinks at 5 and GOOD GODS! sorry about the capitals and the bitching...i am just happy sitting here and hope you all treasure your sleep. fortunate for me, my beans is the most fabulous thing on the planet and is, as i write, holding down the fort while i have dinner and have a drink or two.

try this: at anyplace that actually serves bacon with anything on the menu, order 10+ pieces of bacon and a side of mayo. when it comes to you, simply throw the mayo on the floor and sink the bacon into your drink like celery in a bloody mary. if you are truly evil, order another side of mayo while smacking loudly with the bacon in your mouth--finish your drink, the bacon, always tip well and leave the mayo untouched. go further: tell the server that the mayo was fantastic, ask about a possible bacon special for future reference. smile sweetly, and skip out the door.

ahhh...the rockstardom...it makes me cry a little...one tear.