9 Oct 2009
4:45 pm
I'm packed and ready to hit the road straight from the office. I'm heading down south y'all to meet up with Bloke's tour. I'll catch a show and then hang for the long weekend. As usual, I brought like three outfits, seventy five sets of underwear, and six pairs of shoes. I don't fuck around when it comes to these conjugal visits, child. I find it's best to remove the temptation of anything shmoopy like sweats, this is not a time for comfort. It's a time for seduction (said slamming fist on desk).
I think this trip will really help us figure out if we are going to try to stay committed throughout the tour - or if we will fall apart the way we did last time. As much as I hate having "the talk" I promise to initiate one. Do not let me wriggle out of it - you hear me? Uncertainly is just so last year—don't you think?
Even
though we'll be getting hotels each night, I'll be traveling on the
band bus with the band and all the other girlfriends - so it should be
a really, really fun weekend. Over the last year, Bloke's band has
blown up - so now all the other guys are dating models. Luckily, most
(but not all) are cool and smart. We mostly get along really well.
Course there's always a dud (in this case the drummer's gf who I call
Bubbles). Now that I think about it - how bitchin is it, that Bloke
hasn't felt the need to trade me in for a "new model"?
