Strikes and gutters.

What a week. So, after a couple fine Guinnesses Monday morning at the Burbank airport, I flew off to Las Vegas and proceeded to slowly drink until about 6am the next day. That was fun. Good to see some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Of course, Nick winds up the only on there who loses all the cash he brought to gamble with. Oh well. I am getting better at craps (well, apparently not that good) and I did eat and drink like a king. Which rules.

Back to the grind by Thursday though I must have ingested something bad because Friday was spent trying to rid my stomach of the evil inside it. Jesus. I haven’t been that sick in a long time. Luckily it was a 24 hour type deal so work yesterday was bearable aside from feeling like, well, like I’d been really damn sick the day before. I feel even better today, my day off, where sleeping all day doesn’t cost me a shit load of money like it did on Friday. Damnit.

In better news, March Madness seems to be going in my favor. Except Duke. Damnit, no one saw that coming. But with UCLA and Florida playing like fucking champs I should be the winner of my little pool. Kickass. I’m gonna be so bored after April 3rd.

Actually, you know what happens next weekend? That’s right. The weather in Malibu stops being stupid-cold and nick gets to go to the beach! Oh yes. I bitch about LA a lot but its most redeeming quality (aside from the tv/film opportunities) is the beautiful ocean. I’ve been patient all winter, and we know how much nick dislikes the winter. Seriously. Fun in the sun is to come.

Maybe I’ll have my headshots reproduced by April. Never-ending process, I swear. Later.