What an idiot…

This isn’t really that great but I didn’t have anything else to post.
I wrote a long version of this post but decided it was lame and deleted all of it. Short version:

Went out to bars last night to pass out flyers
I was sick, so I decide to take it easy. Stupid fucking plan.
3rd bar, 3 beers in, meet hot 26 yr. old graphic designer by accident.
we hang out.
I no longer decide to take it easy.
PBR
PBR
Brooklyn Lager
Kamikaze girl shot (girl’s idea)
I get mistaken for a gay guy again. Damn I need to assert my hetero status.
She convinces me to skip my last bar and go to her part of Brooklyn with her, which is far as fuck away from my part.
I’m convinced that by doing this, I will get to see her naked.
Lager
She tells me she needs to go home and “write emails”.
I tell her I will come with her.
She says its ok, I can cart my ass home.
I guarantee her at least one orgasm.
Nope.
I demand that she make out with me, we do.
I’m still going home alone.
I tell her I have a huge Wang (I don’t).
She doesn’t buy it, but she is still laughing like hell at me.
I walk her to her door.
Ask for her number (I already have it)
Her: “You already have it. Give me a call sometime”
Me: “What? I’m not calling you.”
I walk away, forget my PIN number at the ATM, wake up utterly confused by the time it says on the clock. I convince myself that daylight savings came and went.
I show up late for work.

Anyway, that’s that. I giggled like hell all day today about it. Again, go to that party if you are in NYC (see post below). My friends are in town and we’re going to see Gnarls Barkley in the park in a half hour. WHOOO.

This party will be great. The people putting it on are all cool as fuck. Im not too into promoting online, but I love what these guys are doing, and they’ve been a HUGE help to me out here.

Movies, music videos, multiple rooms, live hip hop, DJs.

Show up for the open bar, get hammered, and hopefully walk out with a gift bag and a pretty Asian girl with nice sneakers.

So sorry for a lack of updates. I started this damn thing with the intention of updating it daily, but yea, I’ve gotten extremely busy trying to find a new place to live. But shit, I will update this fucker from a box on the Bowery if I have to.

Some quick updates:
-Goo Goo Dolls lead singer came in, that cleft in the chin is SERIOUS. Epic cleft, nice guy.

-That party at the CEO’s beach pad was nuts. A lot of awkward, half-buzzed conversations. I spoke to the drummer of one of our bands, who looked exactly like my friend Dave K from Wisconsin. I complemented him on his disco beats. I also met one of our new signings, “Three Intimidatingly Hot Girls With Intimidatingly Awesome Butts and Intimidatingly Large Fashion Sun Glasses”…I think that’s what they are calling themselves. We call them T.I.H.G.W.I.A.B.I.L.F.S.G. around the office for short, and they’re going to kick the shit out of 3LW. The label A-Team was there, all the big execs. They seemed nice, one of them showed up in a damned chopper. On the way home, we made the driver stop at the liquor store. I bought whiskey and Mike’s Hard Lemonade, they all just bought Mike’s…I probably made myself out to look like the drunk that I am, which is not good in a co-worker situation.

One final word. This job is friggin crazy, but it is still very much a business and everyone is pretty nice and professional. I’ll be honest, there was a small part of me expecting to walk in my first day to find people slugging Jack and doing coke lines out of Cyndi Lauper’s buttcrack, while a naked David Crosby did the truffle shuffle atop a pile of equally-naked-and-horrified hot female interns. You know, that old school music business debauchery. Where the fuck is that??!!

Ha, oh fuck, be careful what you wish for eh?

That’s all I got for now. Get fucked.

*POSTSCRIPT (five minutes later): Im going to ask out the hot foreign intern soon.