Gasp. Pant. Gasp. Wheeze. Gasp.... Jesus H. Mary and Joseph, what a weekend.
As I own a penis, I've never had the opportunity to experience giving birth to a child, but I can only imagine that it feels a lot like the last-minute push we made to get Camille up and running (minus the buckets of blood, of course). Between the layout of the programs and the stitching of petticoats and the down-to-the-wire tech, I thought it'd never get done. But of course, it did. And I must say, I think we did pretty damn well. All the major reviewers came, and unless my ears deceived me, they all had a good time (by now, I know their laughs by heart). Of course, we'll see how the reviews themselves turn out....
Only drawback? There's no A/C in the place, and we're having a bit of a pre-summer heatwave. That's fine for around the pool, but not so nice when you're wearing a wool tuxedo and a bad toupee. At least the rent's cheap.
Over the next few days, I hope to fully regain conciousness and catch up on my sleep. After that, I'll probably be a little funnier and a lot more engaging. Until then...
P.S. I unloaded a roll of film the other day that must've been two years old. Not too many pics on it, but there was a pretty good one of the boyfriend at Decadence. See?
