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Thursday, April 07, 2005

Why are we wasting our time?

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

An Open Letter to Christie C.
Dear Christie,
I'm not really sure what set it off. Maybe it was the W '04 sticker. Maybe it was your shiny white BMW 740i. Maybe the vanity plate that simply read "CHRISTIE" or the plate holder also emblazened with your name, realty company and phone number or your perfect pageboy bob I could see over the seat in front of me. Maybe it was the excess of fresh jalepenos on my burrito. In any case, I had to resist every natural urge to ram your ass at the stoplight just now.
Love,
Mame.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Hotter than a pepper sprout

I think that my husband is just about the greatest thing since sliced...well, you know. Not unlike the chicken and the egg scenario, I wonder what came first: Big Gray's absolute coolness or his absolutely cool friends or a combination of the two. I really don't care because I have the pleasure of spending the next five days enjoying it all.
Yes, I'm going to Jackson. Last year about this time I went sans BG and had such a fucking fabulous time that Ms. Comrade and I thought we would drive off the road, blinded by our own hot tears.
This trip will be no exception I'm sure, except that instead of us all talking about BG, he'll be there in living color.
Jackson, I love you collectively and can't wait to see all of you. Get ready! We leave tomorrow, Wednesday, around 3. I want a fried plate and, later, a fried egg sandwich from the Cherokee. And lots of beer and jukebox.
xoxoox,
Mame.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

California Dreamin'
Never would I expect the same consistency in weather that we had in San Diego, but come on Georgia. I had to put on a winter coat yesterday.
It was so blustery that I literally saw the recycle bin floating across the yard.
But TODAY...
It's so gorgeous, sunny and windy I'm inclined to forget last night's bitter cold. I need a Pimm's Cup and a light cardigan, a comfortable chair and someone to mow the back yard and I'm that much closer to heaven.

Big Gray is out of town on another mini-tour with VIS so I've been left to my own devices. This means I'm staying out until 5 in the morning at after parties I really have no business being at when the night started around 9. By ten Ms. Comrade was proclaiming drunkeness and lighting the wrong end of a cigarette and it was slowly downhill from there. I had the foresight to purchase a large bottle of Gatorade yesterday, anticipating my demise...

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