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i need to blog very badly. if i don't blog, venom will start to seep from my pores and i will vomit repeatedly for days on end until the rancid stomach lining comes out of my nose and tearducts. dearest blog, bless you for always being there like a virtual freshly sanitized toilet bowl ready to take whatever comes your way...

i need to see Love by the Beatles. very badly - for the third time, no less. so i got this tantalizing email offering seats for $25. it was too good to be true! anyway you had to buy one ticket for full price and then you could take a friend for $25.... so i got a hotel room at Mirage, my favorite hotel because the rooms are entirely white and they have a CPK onsite (i'm that easy to please) and went to get my Love tickets. they were seats 1 and 2 on row A of section 108 right by the stage, where i have always dreamt of sitting, but each time settled for row A of the upper upper upper upper section (because i would never pay $330 for 90 minutes entertainment no matter how entertaining and wonderful it was). throughout the show, i would gaze at the people in row A of section 108, as the show illuminated the enjoyment and awe on the faces... quite clearly, they were having the time of their lives while i sat in section 303 in pitch darkness with the cheap folk :(

anyway.... did i grab those seats?? or even hold onto them to think it over? nope, though there was absolutely nothing to think about... it was a done deal in my head! and those tickets slipped through my fingers like sand and now they are now gone forever. poof! back into the hands of the beautiful people who live their best life (and to hell with Suze Orman). the only tickets left now are on row P. as in P for pathetic. i like row A for awesome. so now i am absolutely kicking myself and wanting to commit hari kiri (thought i never could.... i can't even watch fake stabbings on tv) for being such a STUPID STUPID PROCRASTINATING ASS. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! ok. i feel better........... not much but a little. who needs to see the stupid show again anyway... not me, that's for sure (she lied)

phew. that feels better................ anyway, scenes from the weekend so far:
ruth's chris. thank heavens for male waiters and creme brulee

Michelle in her bikini that i need to redo - her bottoms look like a sumo outfit (sorry Michelle...)

us today

Elliot on the street of my (west coast) dreams