Wow.
Seeing just a little piece of San Fran was awesome.
SuicideGirls Burlesque Tour night one was awesome to see. I met Shera, who is really awesome and kind. The show was great, and so was my view from the upper level.
Afterwards, I went outside, stayed around for a lil' bit, got to light a cigarette for Stormy, and then wandered back to my motel to sleep for the night. The next day, I went to the book signing, met Missy, and Pearl, both are really nice, and Ravenisis was kind enough to answer my lame England questions.
Then things started going awry. It began, technically, earlier the morning of the 23rd, when I checked into to the motel. Always worry if the front desk can't tell your AAA card from your Visa...
I would later find out that my Visa account was nearly maxed, thanks to the Desk worker accidentally putting a charge/hold order on my credit for $200. My total budget for this whole trip was less than $250, and that included my ticket to the show, tips, fuel for the car, and food.
Fuck.
I know no one in SF. I knew no one in SG...
I knew how much it would cost to get home, and I had already bought my non-refundable tickets.
I was not going to drive that far in one night for nothing.
I forgot about dysthymia, I gained insomnia. I didn't bother eating...
Wih out food, I get worse, irritated, moody, anxious.
I ate nothing from noon on thursday to 7pm on Saturday... I didn't eat much then either, just a shake from Mel's and a burger. I went to the show, and was so tense, all nerves. I managed to get the 7 SGB ladies and Missy to sign my arms by the end of the night, and I sorta talked to Reagan, and I feel really bad for asking about one of her fav. books, cuz it seems to have freaked her out...
Fuck. My unintentionally good memory strikes again. I left San Fran a couple hours later, and drove until I could find a safe place to rest, and after finding a Starbucks in a nice area, I slept out in the passenger seat of my car. When I woke up at 7 or 8 am, I honestly thought I had dreamed the night trip... then I saw my autographed arms, and basked for a moment of afterglow. I got home around 2 pm, and I wrote all this even though no one will read it.
Just like I made a new profile pic that no one will ever see.
Whatever may be,
I'll use it you see,
As Photoshop wasn't free.
Seeing just a little piece of San Fran was awesome.
SuicideGirls Burlesque Tour night one was awesome to see. I met Shera, who is really awesome and kind. The show was great, and so was my view from the upper level.
Afterwards, I went outside, stayed around for a lil' bit, got to light a cigarette for Stormy, and then wandered back to my motel to sleep for the night. The next day, I went to the book signing, met Missy, and Pearl, both are really nice, and Ravenisis was kind enough to answer my lame England questions.
Then things started going awry. It began, technically, earlier the morning of the 23rd, when I checked into to the motel. Always worry if the front desk can't tell your AAA card from your Visa...
I would later find out that my Visa account was nearly maxed, thanks to the Desk worker accidentally putting a charge/hold order on my credit for $200. My total budget for this whole trip was less than $250, and that included my ticket to the show, tips, fuel for the car, and food.
Fuck.
I know no one in SF. I knew no one in SG...
I knew how much it would cost to get home, and I had already bought my non-refundable tickets.
I was not going to drive that far in one night for nothing.
I forgot about dysthymia, I gained insomnia. I didn't bother eating...
Wih out food, I get worse, irritated, moody, anxious.
I ate nothing from noon on thursday to 7pm on Saturday... I didn't eat much then either, just a shake from Mel's and a burger. I went to the show, and was so tense, all nerves. I managed to get the 7 SGB ladies and Missy to sign my arms by the end of the night, and I sorta talked to Reagan, and I feel really bad for asking about one of her fav. books, cuz it seems to have freaked her out...
Fuck. My unintentionally good memory strikes again. I left San Fran a couple hours later, and drove until I could find a safe place to rest, and after finding a Starbucks in a nice area, I slept out in the passenger seat of my car. When I woke up at 7 or 8 am, I honestly thought I had dreamed the night trip... then I saw my autographed arms, and basked for a moment of afterglow. I got home around 2 pm, and I wrote all this even though no one will read it.
Just like I made a new profile pic that no one will ever see.
Whatever may be,
I'll use it you see,
As Photoshop wasn't free.