Last night I was kind of having a hard time nodding off, but finally, finally, I started to doze. I was just in that place between asleep and awake, nuzzled in that nook in the guy's chest that girls love so much...I can practically count down to a nice, needed sleep...gently drifting off...feeling lighter... letting go....5...4...3...2...
WHAP!
Somehow, in his unconsciousness, The Limey manages, half-closed fist, to box me in the ear. He's got more than a little experience in boxing and martial arts, so asleep or not...
A one in a million shot. And he was absolutely horrified when I told him.
I had to tell him, because I woke him up laughing so hard.
He insists that he was probably having dreams of Eurovision Weekend.
What is Eurovision you ask?
Why it is the single greatest, gayest, glitteriest, campiest spectacle held this side of the Atlantic. And I got a crash-course this weekend, since it was held in Moscow this year.
My recap isn't done yet, but I'll post it when it is.
In the meantime, here's a taste of what you can expect to hear about:
On an unrelated note: Doesn't Liberace suddeny remind you of the Marlboro Man?
2 comments:
marlboro man wishes he has less influence on those such as I because really I was looking for someone to say HEY chill yo you may be smokin too much... no such thing as levelin out etc etc
Better than someone random coming into your room and puching you awake. There's always a bright side.
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