So this morning I had to get up at 6am, which is contrary to my general preference and lifestyle, and spend the bulk of the day at a management training class put on by the company that owns the hotel I work in. My ex-girlfriend was in the same class. We actually had a fantastic time sitting in the back of the room making fun of the instructor and most of the rest of the "students."
The class was out by LAX airport. I left that just to fight 5 o'clock traffic back into West Hollywood to put in a couple hours at the hotel.
After that, I went into a hotel we own in Beverly Hills for a drink or two and a bite to eat.
As I was leaving to head to Culver City to DJ for the night, 2 girls at the next table from mine stopped me, and asked if I knew who Charles Bukowski was.
My answer?
"Sweetheart, I wake up every day scared shitless that I'm going to turn into him."
They were a little taken aback, but then they decided that I'd answered the question in the best way possible.
Of course, they were drunk, too.
The class was out by LAX airport. I left that just to fight 5 o'clock traffic back into West Hollywood to put in a couple hours at the hotel.
After that, I went into a hotel we own in Beverly Hills for a drink or two and a bite to eat.
As I was leaving to head to Culver City to DJ for the night, 2 girls at the next table from mine stopped me, and asked if I knew who Charles Bukowski was.
My answer?
"Sweetheart, I wake up every day scared shitless that I'm going to turn into him."
They were a little taken aback, but then they decided that I'd answered the question in the best way possible.
Of course, they were drunk, too.