Oh my god, I just flew in from LA ... and boy are my tits tired!

No really. I'm back, and I had a really good time. In about four earth minutes, I'm going out drinking (is that not SO mid-twenties, having the sole purpose of your evening be to get all shitty loaded? but this is definitely not just a "going for drinks" kind of night ... at least not for me, it isn't! hi!), so this is going to have to be short and sweet.

Don't worry. Don't. I promise to do a hearty, big-boned write-up of my whole trip either later tonight (depending on how much boozing goes on) or tomorrow, sometime before I go see the SHIT out of BLUE CRUSH (yes, I'm going on opening night, and yes I have tickets! already!), but for now, just to whet your tooter:

On my trip to LA, I saw:

- One publicly masturbating man
- One Gavin Rossdale (Gwen Stefani's betrothed)
- Three naked babies
- Two limping friends, one recently vasectomied, one recently back-thrown-outed
- One Singapore Sling
- One towering, pink birthday cake with sprinkles AND silver balls, containing SIX cubes of butter in the frosting alone (jesus christ)
- One trillion ants
- Not nearly enough of my friends and family.

Tune in soon for details and some lame, dismayingly dark pics! (Maybe take this time to stretch out, you know, so you don't pull anything when the time finally comes?)

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)