New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

"When bad karma happens to good people."

"Do you believe what happened to me?" Moi

"To you? Yes, somehow it makes sense" Gilly

Ok, I am home again...and while in DC the straw that broke the camel's back landed on mine.

First of all...Loki had me write a review of the new Rosenbergs album "Department Store Girl"...it's on the front page of popgurls.com...All sorts of conflicted about that review I am...

So where have I been you ask?

I was at a Public Affairs convention. CTPAA to be exact...lots ofmaterial culled from that experience but here's the meaty part. We were staying in the Ritz, not the hotel that the event was being held in (it was overbooked)...the last time I was in DC was when Aidan proposed to Carrie. How do I remember? 'NSYNC...lost in the rain...flash flooding, making lots of illegal u-turns, going up an off ramp...etc, etc, etc...and all I wanted to do was get to the hotel (same Ritz) to see Aidan propose to Carrie...

Anyway, so we weren't staying in the same hotel which meant we were carrying our coats. Now the CTPAA is a public affairs organization which means unlike a marketing organization, they have limited funds. Very budget and a severe lack of snackage.

They didn't have a coat check. They had a rack outside one of the main ball rooms within plain sight. I refused to put my jacket there because and I quote, "I don't trust these people." The response was, "But they're public affairs people." So what! Politicans are "public servants" and as Gilly said "DC is a crooked city." The point being that titles mean nothing. Except in the case of God of course...back on track...

I had a new black trench and a lovely antique blue enamel pin on the lapel (as detailed in an earlier entry)...plus my Bloomingdales cashmere lined leather gloves were in the pockets (expensive and a gift)...

Day two and I hung my coat because everyone was harping on me and it was going to be a long day. Do you see where this is going? Well I come out of my last session and I go to get my coat. I had hung it in the back to assure nobody "accidently" grabbed it.

HAH! I look for it and it's missing!!! MISSING!!! I was careful and I checked every coat and on the floor. NO LUCK. Then I tell the people working the desk and they say, "Oh, yeah a few other jackets were stolen as well..." INSERT FURY.

Plus if someone had brought a coat the event they would have put it on before they left the hotel and when they put on "my" coat they would have seen the pin and realized that it wasn't their own.

Basically I was screwed, no coat freezing cold and more upset about my pin and my gloves than the coat. Mind you I've been under intense work related stress for what, ummmm, seven months? Seven years? Who can tell. But all I wanted to do was cry. Literally lay down, cry, order room service a movie and go to sleep. No such luck, I had to do a marathon of phone calls/work and then go to an "awards show" so rather than put on my "demure" outfit I put on tight black pants, fishnets underneath (at least I knew) and my off the shoulder striped mod shirt with my fuschia bra picking out. I figured I could be the tart from the devil channel, sans a coat of course.

Bah. I am back now at home. For your reference, I had fun that night when I was in my room chatting on the phone with AC who was two floors down...

"I am going to eat the smoked almonds." MOI

"I am going to go for the Doritos." AC

"You have Doritos!?!?! I only have Lays." MOI

"Do you have condoms? I don't see any condoms." AC

"Nope, I have boxers, dress socks and pantyhose. This isn't a W you know. This is swanky." MOI

"Yeah, you're probably right." AC

"Should I have a grapefruit juice or a V8??? I've never had an V8." MOI

"You should have a ginger ale. No Diet Coke, you need to go to sleep. Grapefruit juice and smoked almonds don't mix, you'll get a bellyache." AC

"You don't know me babycakes, I have a belly of steel." MOI

I ate nuts and drank a grapefruit juice out of a wine glass no less...

Later while laying on the bed and still on phone while we were bemoaning the crazyness of our existence...

"Uhmmm, AC, I have to tell you, you were probably right about the nuts and the juice being a bad combo...my stomach doesn't feel so hot." MOI

"I know of what I speak. I speak from experience." AC

"Ohhhhh...I will never doubt you again." MOI

The good news is that Loki has to go to the Philadelphia meeting I am going to tomorrow. YAY!!!

P.S. Loki, I read the Jane Green book you mentioned on my honeymoon, that and "The Princess Diaries" all while sitting on the beach. I agree it's not the best. I prefer her more media/London social life related fluff. Anytime a Brit goes to LA there can only be trouble.

P.S.S. Good luck with Rules, if you haven't read it...it's very stream of conscious...covering about four people no less. You have to read all his books if you haven't. The lead from "Less than Zero" i.e. Andrew McCarthy is the "guy from LA" in "Rules of Attraction." There's all sorts of linkage between all the Ellis books plus there's some links between Jay McInerney (other than the fact that they both release model related novels after having been gone from the literary scene for years...) if you're interested in a similar author. I particularly like "The Last of the Savages"

Consider the novel in terms of a character named Alison Poole. Alison made her literary debut more than 10 years ago as the narrator of Jay McInerney's typically abysmal "Story of My Life." The novel disappeared without a literary trace, and it seemed Alison did too -- until now: Alison Poole has resurfaced in the pages of "Glamorama." And while McInerney is reportedly none too pleased to learn of the literary kidnapping perpetrated by his friend, something has happened to Alison since Bret stole her from Jay. She hasn't become interesting, per se, in Ellis' novel. Rather, like a chess pawn in Garry Kasparov's grasp, she's become meaningful. - Jonathon Keats

Bed time!!!
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:47 PM