Whew. I just flew in, and boy are my arms tired. (yuk-yuk-yuk)
Sorry guys, I've been on an extended road trip. I had a quick three shows in Vegas, then a detour to attend a party for a friend. It was his umpty-umph birthday, and he rented The Arctic from Shumacher for 10 days to a month (no one who knew anything would talk, so I make up what I want from gossip). It went on for a little longer than the "evening of dancing under the stars". I saw starlettes (and wanna-bes), and I think lots of them slept under the stars. I personally never thought much of Mick, but Brit Pop was never my thing. I've never had conch before, much less fresh conch. Interesting. I didn't get a chance to try the Fugu - the chef took ill, and I didn't trust his sous. There can be such a fine line between "thrill" and "kill".
Anyway, I have been remiss in my duties as raconteur. We haven't moved an inch, and we have so much ground to cover. From the air.
We haven't even run into any zombie ninja pirates! (I'm not saying we will, mind you, only that we haven't so far...).
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Last edited by mvisconte; 04-18-2010 at 12:18 AM.
Reason: Cannot freakin' proof-read. Why does it always look correct until just after "submit"?
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