Epitaph for an Evening

So the publicist for Epitaph dropped me an email inviting me to a private afterparty for tonight. I’m not familiar with the band and don’t even know how to pronounce their name, but I’ve been really looking for different things to do, so it sounded like a good idea. So I wrote back and said that I hadn’t actually gotten set up for the show yet either, so he emailed back and told me I was on +1 for both events. I actually left the house early enough to go to an all ages concert and then of course the venue couldn’t find me on the list and the publicist wasn’t there yet. The venue was walking distance from my place and I could have gone back with the email printed out and it would have been okay. Normally I would totally have had documentation with me. Kind of out of character not to have, but I guess that is the theme of Fall for me.

Once I’d walked home, I just felt like picking up some Perrier and getting some work done. Did some promo for Blue Blood’s RubberDollies.com. Got irrationally bummed out that my recently favorite board to post on has gotten really lame. Most of the posters I used to really enjoy the most have (a) gotten pissed off I wouldn’t sleep with them or (b) been banned by the admin. Started to address a new hacking problem. Always some new stupid expense. I wish people sucked less.

Fighting off a sore throat worse than the one I usually have. Hope I didn’t catch anything from my brother when I delivered soup to him. That would have some annoying poetry to it.

Working on a site update. Have an awesome new model going up on GothicSluts.com. And less than 24 hours until I get to wreak havoc with Szandora. Going to book the new model again probably as soon as I put Szandora on a plane. Got another new girl flying in next week. So all is pretty good on that front.

Opened a bottle of Moet tonight but was too bored to actually drink it.