So I’m headed to SeaTac for my flight to San Francisco where I’ll be visiting Hot House Brent and Hot House Steven for Gay Pride. I need a few days away from the club. BAD!
Our architect had me on the phone yesterday discussing whether the door hardware for the emergency exits should be brushed chrome or black. And whether the lock to the door to the AV room should be a dead bolt or blah blah blah.
I finally told him that I wasn’t listening to anything he was saying and that I had actually stopped listening to him fifteen minutes earlier, but that he should feel free to keep prattling on while I finish the New York Times crossword puzzle.
Also, too; thank the Baby Jeebus in heaven that my hubby took charge and booked me first class tickets for the flight because I’ve become such a fucking diva in my dotage that I basically refuse to travel more than seventy five miles unless I’m in first class.
Blogging will be a bit suckier than usual during the day today — but I’ve got posts lined up through the weekend for you to enjoy, and I’ll be posting time-sensitive stuff as it happens while I’m in the city by the bay for you to vidi — so check back here and check back often — or not.
And if you don’t, then go fuck yourselves.
That is all.