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Poundin' Da Dew...
Jul. 17th, 2003 12:21 pmSo, just like days of yore when I did too much, and slept not enough, I'm here pounding the mountain dew at work (thank god we have buttloads, and thank buddah it's free) to keep me from crashing like an albatross in a windstorm.
Last night went out to Transmission, danced, drank a little, and stayed out way too late hangin' with the co-founders of "club glowstick" whichever whatever. Was fun. We got obnoxious in the Del Taco on Santa Monica and Highland. I had this one guy give me shit for being loud (as was everyone else was) and making noise (dude, public place). I proceeded to give him shit back. He cut me a dirty look, and I called his bluff. He looked back at his buritto, and I continued acting as late night Anthony does: Goofier than shit. I think it went something like this:
*whispy flamboyant voice* "Okay, that's enough Michael Winslow. This ain't Police Acadamy..."
"That's nice. I'm loud, and I don't care."
"You need to be quiet."
"I need to mind my business, cuz it's the GHETTO and I'm bein' ghetto."
"This ain't the ghetto, this is Hollywood!"
"This *IS* the ghetto, cuz I say it's the ghetto! So you can step!"
His friend at the table looks at me. We both shrug. "Don't worry, he's just flirting with you. You keep makin' noise, it's okay..."
"I AM NOT FLIRTING WITH HIM! I just wish he'd shut up!"
*Anthony puts on his best ghetto sistah voice* "I know you didn't! I ain't worried about you. I's just gonna keep on havin' a good time with these girls here, girlfriend!"
*He cuts me a dirty look*
*Anthony puts on the Angry Black Man[tm] face and voice* "WHAT?!? WHAT?!?!?"
The guy leaves me alone. No harm, no foul, we continue joking around loudly, finish our food, and head out.
I get home, and lay in bed for AN HOUR. I look at the clock. 4:30am. I have to be at work at 8. I have a concert to go to at 7:30 in downtown LA.
I am going to die.
Amazingly, I actually managed to get up this morning, and get to work ON TIME. I know, a feat worthy of Hercules. Yay.
But the day is only half done, it's *finally* busy, and I still have at least another 12 hours ahead of me before crash and burn.
Ain't it wonderful to be alive? VIVA LA DEW!!!
Last night went out to Transmission, danced, drank a little, and stayed out way too late hangin' with the co-founders of "club glowstick" whichever whatever. Was fun. We got obnoxious in the Del Taco on Santa Monica and Highland. I had this one guy give me shit for being loud (as was everyone else was) and making noise (dude, public place). I proceeded to give him shit back. He cut me a dirty look, and I called his bluff. He looked back at his buritto, and I continued acting as late night Anthony does: Goofier than shit. I think it went something like this:
*whispy flamboyant voice* "Okay, that's enough Michael Winslow. This ain't Police Acadamy..."
"That's nice. I'm loud, and I don't care."
"You need to be quiet."
"I need to mind my business, cuz it's the GHETTO and I'm bein' ghetto."
"This ain't the ghetto, this is Hollywood!"
"This *IS* the ghetto, cuz I say it's the ghetto! So you can step!"
His friend at the table looks at me. We both shrug. "Don't worry, he's just flirting with you. You keep makin' noise, it's okay..."
"I AM NOT FLIRTING WITH HIM! I just wish he'd shut up!"
*Anthony puts on his best ghetto sistah voice* "I know you didn't! I ain't worried about you. I's just gonna keep on havin' a good time with these girls here, girlfriend!"
*He cuts me a dirty look*
*Anthony puts on the Angry Black Man[tm] face and voice* "WHAT?!? WHAT?!?!?"
The guy leaves me alone. No harm, no foul, we continue joking around loudly, finish our food, and head out.
I get home, and lay in bed for AN HOUR. I look at the clock. 4:30am. I have to be at work at 8. I have a concert to go to at 7:30 in downtown LA.
I am going to die.
Amazingly, I actually managed to get up this morning, and get to work ON TIME. I know, a feat worthy of Hercules. Yay.
But the day is only half done, it's *finally* busy, and I still have at least another 12 hours ahead of me before crash and burn.
Ain't it wonderful to be alive? VIVA LA DEW!!!
