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horizon_greene) wrote2010-08-22 09:50 pm
horizon_greene) wrote2010-08-22 09:50 pm
Lincecum is still wet and tragic and disastrous. Let's talk about something else.
Third weekend in a row of frantic activity. I'm looking forward to next weekend (when I have absolutely nothing planned) more than I can quantify.
This was a really fun weekend, though: bridal shower and bachelorette party for a college friend. We had afternoon tea at the Ritz and then dinner and bar-hopping in Scottsdale before crashing at the Hotel Valley Ho. Not my normal weekend routine, but we had a fantastic time.
Good champagne, amazing tea.
And just...yes.
Jeffrey the waiter serenaded the bride-to-be, first with a few bars of "Single Ladies" and then segueing into a Sinatra-esque love song.
Gratuitous chandelier shot:
The Hotel Valley Ho. Pet friendly, by the way—note Stanley the dog lounging on the bed.
Some bar, somewhere.
The bar at the hotel.
I tried to take a photo of myself in a mirror across from the bar. Not successful.
Meanwhile, I'm about 2,000 words into a prostitution AU that has me in a frenzy researching everything from long toss to the average springtime temperature in Kentucky to which schools make up the SEC. It's borderline migraine-inducing. Funnily enough, my dad unwittingly assisted me with one aspect of my research. Is that a bad thing, that my dad helped out with my hooker!AU? I can't decide.
This was a really fun weekend, though: bridal shower and bachelorette party for a college friend. We had afternoon tea at the Ritz and then dinner and bar-hopping in Scottsdale before crashing at the Hotel Valley Ho. Not my normal weekend routine, but we had a fantastic time.
Good champagne, amazing tea.
And just...yes.
Jeffrey the waiter serenaded the bride-to-be, first with a few bars of "Single Ladies" and then segueing into a Sinatra-esque love song.
Gratuitous chandelier shot:
The Hotel Valley Ho. Pet friendly, by the way—note Stanley the dog lounging on the bed.
Some bar, somewhere.
The bar at the hotel.
I tried to take a photo of myself in a mirror across from the bar. Not successful.
Meanwhile, I'm about 2,000 words into a prostitution AU that has me in a frenzy researching everything from long toss to the average springtime temperature in Kentucky to which schools make up the SEC. It's borderline migraine-inducing. Funnily enough, my dad unwittingly assisted me with one aspect of my research. Is that a bad thing, that my dad helped out with my hooker!AU? I can't decide.