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April 23, 2005

I'm a Teenage Pin-up.

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So yeah, it's been an interesting 20 hours or so. Last night I get a random call from Missy to go see her girlfriend sing. I go to visit, nice meetup with the NZ folks (only half of which were drunk--for them a big imporvement). Apparently Adreinne and Missy neglected to mention that the performance was part of Trnas Awareness week or somesuch thing. Which was great because I got to hear on of my fav UD performers, Innocence Bello. One tiny problem with this. In the middle of her performance she looks at me and points (we have not met or spoken in our lives. I saw her once at the Vagina Monologues and that's it.) Then she asks me (like ten minutes after I've walked in) if I "was in the paper two years ago for art or something," I reply that I was, but not for art, although I understand why she might have thought I was displaying a small pewter sculpture. (f you'd seen the photo, you'd understand. It's not so hot.) She then informs me and the rest of the audience that she's had my photograph in her cubicle for the past two years. Wow. Horribly embarrassing. And horrid photo. So that started things off oddly. The night progressed to the point where the drunk NZ girls were yelling at the top of their lungs for Missy's girlfriend, Kelly Ricketts who claims she enjoyed the new groupies. (It was supposed to be a dry event.) I walked back to the netherland of Laird with Adrienne who told me that I and her Jewish friends were all going to hell and that I had sinned aproximately 4 billion(!) times in my life, and that she wouldn't go out on a date with God. Also, despite my water-tight argument, she did not believe that Orlando Bloom could ver well be God. This morning, I woke at 8 AM (a mere five hours since I went to bed) to discover a vaguely familiar high pitched sustained beep in my room. I went back to sleep as it continued for several hours. Finally aroudn noon I began to search for the source. It was my UPS. Not like a box that gets shipped, like an APC UPS powerbackup for my computer. It's power had been interrupted or something and wanted to make sure I knew. Thanks UPS. Odd events of the past few hours, even for me.

Posted by Daniel at April 23, 2005 01:21 PM

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Ya know if you're gonna talk about me in your entries you could at least not make me seem like such a jackass.

Posted by: Adrienne at April 23, 2005 06:20 PM

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