I'm getting excited, people.
The blown-eyed blodgmeet is only a few days away... and Shoe has drafted the blown-eyes to write a theme song. Egads! A couple of margaritas under our belts and we'll be singing that song on the streets of Austin. Eeyore's party. Guns and ammo. Granola-eating hippies. And tipsy blown-eyed blodgers singing about nipple rings.
Sheesh. We're going to make my doppleganger seem tame.
Yep. We'll be doing our part to Keep Austin Weird.
I can hardly wait.
Reminder to self: You are not 21 any more, remember? Pace yourself.
Reminder to self: Pack a lampshade. And aspirin.
Memo to Livey: How could you possibly be nervous about any of this???