The daily adventures and travails of one neurotic, klutzy, hungry, cynical college girl. Tune in for prizes! (offer void where prohibited. See office for details. Not responsible for lost articles.)
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Saturday, November 13, 2004
Last night, after the show, we all went out for happy hour kicks. After much goading, I ordered the infamous Pink Lady (which turned out to be not so pink and really gross.) I don't know if that led to my determination to get a better one, but I had tasted (as I can remember now) a chocolate beer, black martini, raspberry wind? martini, long island iced tea... It didn't help that the stage manager generously offered to pay for my drink and food that night.
Bold and yet not so wise. I drove home somehow. (Even found the time to make a regretful phone call.) I went straight to bed and today I woke up with a raging hang-over.
Icky. And now I head out to Burbank for the Lotus Festival and a Thai Buddhist punk band.
My my.
9:47 AM
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