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N is for nap because W made me tired.

In pictures W hotels are so nice looking. So modern, so hip, so uber sexy. In person they’re loud, pretentious and really loud. Walking in the first night I felt sexy, hip, uber cool. Then I realized the bathroom walls were transparent. As in the mens room looked into the womens room and vice versa.Continue reading “N is for nap because W made me tired.”

A Clockwork moosh.

I promise when this happened I wasn’t reading any sort of bloggish thing online.* *this is a total lie. I was cured all right. -Alex de Large

Numbers game.

I wish I could bottle this heroin type oh the joys wow what just happened I feel like I’m floating on little clouds of fuzzy kittens feeling I have after this weekend and my three hour drive home singing at the top of my lungs while dancing a wicked driver booty shake to all thingsContinue reading “Numbers game.”

hors d’oeuvres, wimminz and film.

You put a photobooth amongst a bunch of crazy wimminz with Justin Timberlake thumping in the background and things are sure to get…*ahem*…interesting. Click on photos for more details. So many more details.

Drunk on Bloggish Love.

Here I am. All alone. Self hosted. In charge of my own destiny. (And HTML, and template, and feed and ohmygoshifIkeepthinkingaboutitI’mgoingto giveupcompletelyandcryinacorner.) I have wanted to drop the blogspot.com for a while and when I found myself sitting next to pretty women who promised me the glories and pride of being out on my ownContinue reading “Drunk on Bloggish Love.”