Much less dead than before!
Me, looking all fresh-faced and glowy after getting mah face done up for a video interview with LeahPeah for AlphaMom, which was super fun, even when I told the makeup artist that I write a little column about makeup sometimes, to which he responded by saying, "Oh, you're so cute," as he furiously scrubbed all traces of my own crappy makeup job off my face.
Things took a serious turn for the haggard and oily later in the night, apparently.
I don't know. I just don't know. I woke up this morning and Yvonne was skulking around in preparation for a BlogHer walk of shame, there was stray pizza crust on the floor, pepperoni slices in the bed sheets and about seventeen half-drunk glasses of red wine scattered around the room.
It's official: I'm a drunken frat boy. Bring on the beer bong.
Anyway, I don't want to do one of those long name-dropping posts about how I partied with Dooce (omg i totally partied with dooce) and made Zoot's baby cry (omg she hates me) and had a heartfelt and evocative discussion with Marrit (omg i don't remember what i was talking about AT ALL, but damn, she is so pretty), so instead, I'll leave you with just one word.
Yeah. Maybe you can make some sense of my night.