Barack My World
Does anybody read this thing anymore? I know it's been awhile...I think I was blogged out for a bit. But after reading a comment on my last post asking if my blog ate me, I decided I would give the blogging thing another go round. Perhaps it's too late; if that's the case, I'll update for myself, dammit. I realize writing a blog for yourself is sort of the equivalent of sending yourself Valentine's Day cards on Valentine's Day, which is pretty much the most pathetic thing you can do (my apologies to anyone who actually ever did this), but I don't care. I never said I wasn't pathetic, yos. Anyway, I hope to keep up with it this time.
So for those of you who haven't had me rub their faces in the fact that I got to attend Friday's taping of Late Night With Conan O' Brien, please let me take this opportunity to do so. That's right, bitches, I know you're jealous. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Don't hate me cuz you ain't me.
OK, now that I've gotten that lame attempt at sounding cool out of my system, I must say it was a pretty sweet experience. We waited in 35-degree rain for three hours, but it was totally worth it. I met two cute Canadian boys in line who said things like "aboot" and "eh" but looked at me like I was crazy when I told them they had accents. We played Go Fish using a deck of cards they had bought on their trip to the Shedd Aquarium earlier that morning, so we asked each other for things like red-bellied piranhas and Australian lungfish instead of 7s and queens. I'll never play Go Fish with regular cards ever again.
When we finally got inside, I got to check out George Wendt giving Chewbacca a massage, LaBamba from the band dressed like the Empire carpet guy, and see Wilco for the third time.
But the real highlight of the day was getting within 50 feet of my boyfriend Barack Obama, or as I like to call him, Baracky. Sigh. He's so dreamy. He was pretending to engage Conan in witty banter, but let's be honest, he was totally making eyes at me the whole time. It's cool, baby. I was able to interpret all the winks and blinks. And the answer is yes, I will rendezvouz with you at your timeshare in Antigua.
Does anybody read this thing anymore? I know it's been awhile...I think I was blogged out for a bit. But after reading a comment on my last post asking if my blog ate me, I decided I would give the blogging thing another go round. Perhaps it's too late; if that's the case, I'll update for myself, dammit. I realize writing a blog for yourself is sort of the equivalent of sending yourself Valentine's Day cards on Valentine's Day, which is pretty much the most pathetic thing you can do (my apologies to anyone who actually ever did this), but I don't care. I never said I wasn't pathetic, yos. Anyway, I hope to keep up with it this time.
So for those of you who haven't had me rub their faces in the fact that I got to attend Friday's taping of Late Night With Conan O' Brien, please let me take this opportunity to do so. That's right, bitches, I know you're jealous. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Don't hate me cuz you ain't me.
OK, now that I've gotten that lame attempt at sounding cool out of my system, I must say it was a pretty sweet experience. We waited in 35-degree rain for three hours, but it was totally worth it. I met two cute Canadian boys in line who said things like "aboot" and "eh" but looked at me like I was crazy when I told them they had accents. We played Go Fish using a deck of cards they had bought on their trip to the Shedd Aquarium earlier that morning, so we asked each other for things like red-bellied piranhas and Australian lungfish instead of 7s and queens. I'll never play Go Fish with regular cards ever again.
When we finally got inside, I got to check out George Wendt giving Chewbacca a massage, LaBamba from the band dressed like the Empire carpet guy, and see Wilco for the third time.
But the real highlight of the day was getting within 50 feet of my boyfriend Barack Obama, or as I like to call him, Baracky. Sigh. He's so dreamy. He was pretending to engage Conan in witty banter, but let's be honest, he was totally making eyes at me the whole time. It's cool, baby. I was able to interpret all the winks and blinks. And the answer is yes, I will rendezvouz with you at your timeshare in Antigua.