Published by Tamara on 28 Feb 2006
I have tickets to go to the BIG AWARDS SHOW. I’m excited. Red carpet walking is fun.
This means I have to get a haircut, buy a dress, do something about my yuck feet (marathon training is good for the body, not for the feet), and that doesn’t seem like a long list. Right? Well, no. Wrong.
I hate shopping, and I’m broke. I have no time to get my haircut. And my yuck feet are a mystery. I cannot get a pedicure because those callouses are needed in three weeks time. But, I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing opened toed shoes. At this point, I’m thinking me, couch, snacks and TiVo were the better option.
In other news because I’ve been undersleeping and over caffeinating, I have become a character out of a silent movie - titled, “Clutz Goes Walking.” It’s been pouring rain here. Something we Los Angelians are sort of un-used to. I was delivering something to the awesome Capital Records building last night (have you seen Day After Tomorrow? It’s in that, getting destroyed by a tornado), and in the span of three minutes, I got splashed by a passing car, slipped on someone’s Hollywood star, got my umbrella stuck in a gate I was trying to walk through, and jumped into a puddle while trying to jump over another puddle. It was simultaneously hilarious, and very, very sad.