Sooo, one day down, four to go.
Me, Video Monkey, Jen from PR and Ryan were all on the same flight. I gave stink eye to a Nintendo boy in the bag check line, but one of his friends was kinda cute in a tall doofy way.
But did your flight include a crying baby, Trix? Why yes, it did. Jen sat right in front of it. We shared a cab to the Viceroy and she reports that said infant not only cried, but pulled her hair and took a giant poo mid-flight. (btw our cab driver was a giant butthole so we gave him a crap tip)
Ryan and Monkey and I had lunch by the pool, then Major Nelson came over from his hotel. He was CRANKY. He’d had a headache all day and refused to take any medicine. Finally no one could stand his bitchiness anymore and he let me give him Ibuprofin and Claritin. About an hour later he was much more pleasant. Well, as pleasant as he gets… We were joined later that evening by my boss Highbury Gunner, C Paladino, Bastelyon, Stalalem and DirtyDiva. I ate grilled cheese and fries.
What else? We went over to Santa Monica High School to scope it out. It’s gonna be really cool–I’m excited for tomorrow night!
In other news, my hotel room is fabulous in many ways. It has creepy faux English Manor decor which I keep insisting is meant to be ironic, but no one believes me. Check the uber creeptastic dog lamp and plates on the wall. Nevertheless, the minibar has Diet Coke, I have a balcony, the bed is large and comfy, the Internet tubes are in working order, and the snack selection includes RED VINES. Yeah, baby!