west side til i die....

hmmm....

here i am on a plane again. i seem to be travelling so much these days that rather than properly preparing for these trips, i almost forget that i'm going. so i pack like 3 hours before i hafta leave and i've no idea what i packed. this trip is out west to both san francisco and los angeles, for two different weddings, and halloween weekend in LA and the actual night in SF. i have a slick ass tumi carry on size luggage thing and i'm supposed to fit my halloween costume, wedding suit, two pairs of cowboy boots and all my toiletries?

this was a hectic pack. still don't really know what i packed, butt i think i'm cool.

exciting week ahead for me. tonight i hope to land and then possibly meet girlhattan in LA at luchavavoom, the strip bar mexican wrestling place in la, and then friday i might call mogul and go surfing or i might shop at the thrift stores, saturday i need to make my trasvestite viking costume for the viking bus, saturday evening/night is nancy dillon's wedding, saturday nighty night is the viking bus, sunday is probably recovery and what not, sunday afternoon is gary's barbecue in the hollywood hills, monday morning i fly out to sf where i am going to spend the week working, burrito eating, getting mad loopy, hanging out with all my brethren, spending time with the fams, next week i go to one of my favorite people in the world's wedding andy shinstain in mill valley and do all that and finally i go home next sunday.

that's my shit.

as far as this airplane ride, i think i have to go pee. would you say you are a window or aisle person? i am most definitely a window and for obvious reasons i think i am attracted to people that prefer window over aisle. i think you can tell a lot about a person whether or not they are window or aisle people. if they are middle people then i guess they are insane which is kinda cool in a weird way too... anushow i love the window, butt i love soda- so i drain like 7 cans of soda and then i gotsta piss real bad right now and the aisle and center dudes are sleeping. shit.

flying united. getting more miles. i hope i make premier again this year although i've really no idea what advantage it really provides. i also need to know when you rent a car on a credit card which insurance you can turn down because the of cc coverage.

the lakehouse is the movie. for a while sandra bullock wasn't making a lot of movies and the skies felt so empty without her. it's good to see the requisite bullock movie is back on.

not sure if i like my seating buddy on this flight. there was a slight macho knee push-of-war to determine where the legspace bounderies should be. fortunately i feigned sleeping and there was nothing he could do. i do like him because when he was finished reading he turned off his light which i was kinda mooching off of to read my skymall (LOVE that skymall shit! best products in this ish are ipod toilet paper roll docking station player and artificial royal palm christmas tree) so when he turned off his light i looked up as if to say "what tha...?!?!? and he said i'm sorry! that was real nice. butt what i don;t like is that he is in the mids and he is taking up both left and right arm rests for the past three hours. no. not cool mr middle man. and then when she's passing me my sammich and diet coke, i'm at the window.... you tha middle man! do what the middle man do and relay my shit biotch! all this and i still threw away his plastic cup and lifted his trAy while he was sleeping.

i'm such a saint.

so mad i hafta check in my ultra slick tumi t3 luggage just because i gots like my new kiehls products in there because some a-hole tried to make a bomb out of anal lube.

me and gingi had an exhausting talk on my car ride over to jfk. i hope i'm learning and not being too much of a jerk like i have in the past. i'm trying to be as porkchop would say emotionally honest, butt i really can't commit to it in actions and it's tearing her up.

can't get tooo personal on this here thingy.

anushow. i'm excited about this trip. should be non-stop fun.

i'll see you soon!

fart in your mouth!

poo!

shit!

addendum. so my plane neighbors woke up. the have an around the world ticky and they are actually both window people butt changed their tickies because they wanted to leave early. the are flying to melbourne from vienna butt west because of their ticket, so their trip is non-stop plane for two whole days.... rough. they are on a tennis tour because you see she is actually a tennis pro and doing some research a very very good one at that.

anushow. she is alicia molik and she was australia's #1 and the world's #8 player two years ago before she caught a virus which affected her balance. she was a very cool girl and her coach is stellar as well. i take back what i said, i was just cranky. they are very beautiful people. he's actually patrick rafter's best friend. wonderful, beautiful people. alicia's story is going to be a beautiful one, once she comes back on top. i know she will. good luck alicia.

i got out of the airplane and picke up my bag, got to hertz where they convinced me that a convertible was cheaper than my compact. wrong. plus all the insurance and taxes make a car not that affordable, butt once i got in the car and dropped the top and drove through LA, everything was golden.

i raced to taco bell which i don't like that much because they are pro pepsi, butt i did the drive through which i haven't done in like 10 years. it's so much fun. it's like an amusement park ride.

got to mike and whit's in west hollywood and talked, then went to meet girlhattan at roscoe's chicken and waffles where i had fried chicken livers with maple syrup, tabasco, and ketchup.

okay...



now good night for reals.

poo!