25 Mar 2008 › 11:20am
So here’s my post Bloke visit recap. Of course it was awesome to see him. Of course, we did all manner of debaucherous things to one another in a crappy hotel room, upon sheets with the lowest thread count conceivable (I’m pretty sure they were made of burlap). Of course, of course, of course—BUT… there was a little hitch in my giddy-up, truth be told. I was very unhappy to discover that Bloke’s tour manager is drop dead gorgeous. We are talking Jennifer Connelly, but wearing a Misfits T-shirt, and a pair of those Ann Demuelemeester boots that everybody below 14th St. owns. I wish I could tell you that I handled it with grace and dignity. Mmmmm—I’ll give it a sorta. Though I didn’t actually say anything incriminating, her beauty was so shocking that I was struck speechless the moment I saw her, and I’m sure my expression spoke volumes. I could actually feel the blood draining from my face and my mouth go dry. Now, I think I’m a pretty smart girl… fairly levelheaded. I mean I’m not tragically insecure or anything. So why am I obsessing about her to this degree? Seriously, for the entire flight home, and ever since she’s all I can think about. She definitely cast a perfectly proportioned (so tall!) shadow over the weekend.
