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I had a Vortex tonight, AIWFG. We had tapas.
yes it was! although I had a Drew and Kristin. We were all tired. But, when I got to the hotel, I got upgraded to the Regency floor. Free internet and the Regency club with free nibbles and cocktails at reduced prices. Also, breakfast and coffee in the morning. Yay!
Well, this sucks. I'm up again. Hi, Bitches!
Welcome to the West, meara!
Love the kids-n-books stories. Making me a little sniffly, even.
Nice upgrade, Vortex.
Sorry you are up, Emily. Or were up. I hope that you are now asleep.
I just got back from seeing Smokey Joe's Cafe, which was pretty good, but while I carefully checked the directions TO the theatre I did not think to look at how to get back HOME. Of course, I made a wrong turn early on and got lost in a tangle of interstates and highways for a bit, which is no big deal, but for a moment there I forgot where I was going - my new house? My parents' house? The apartment I lived in 10 years ago? then the part of my brain that really wanted to get back to my own bed and therefore keeps track of where it is slapped the rest of my brain around, I got on the right freeway and everything was okay. Just an odd little moment.
Hi.
Um, yeah.
I've missed you all. Halloween Horror Nights is, I think, ready to open to the public tomorrow. Anyone else still up tonight?
yay meara!
hopes she sounds positive and not pouty that her meara is gone *sob*
I'm still awake! Though I'm probably going to bed soon, because I've got trapeze class tomorrow morning, which means being at Union Station by 7:45.
I've missed you all. Halloween Horror Nights is, I think, ready to open to the public tomorrow. Anyone else still up tonight?
In a manner of speaking.
I'm just so stunned that I'm actually at home and not running around Universal Studios trying to get computer systems to behave, or speakers to work, or anything like that.
Gronk.
Right now, my life is one endless gronk.
So apparently I'm now the project manager on a truly evil project. I mean, the job won't be evil for me, but the result will be pure evil. I'll be making sure that speakers get hung all over the palm trees around Beverly Hills so that holiday music can be piped in.