Gigglefest *edit*

I’m so excited right now. In a matter of hours I will be having my first Open Diary Meeting… errr, something. Anyway, in Novemberish of 2004 I found the diary of 180. We started talking on the phone and became fast friends. As I type this she is sitting in the airport waiting to board a plane that will take her to Los Angeles to visit me for ten days.

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That’s about all that’s going through my head. I’m so freaking excited!!!! She’s almost as cool as I am (almost) and I know that we’re going to totally tear up this town. We’ve been talking about this trip forever (and ever and ever) and I can’t believe it’s finally happening. What a trip.

She’s never been to Los Angeles before. I wonder what she is expecting it to be like. I’ve done my best to plan out a kickass itinerary, though the event that I most looking forward to has been cancelled . Caleb Kane was SUPPOSED to be playing at the Knitting Factory in the Alterknit Lounge, but he is now playing in San Diego that night. There is no way in hell I’m driving down to Mexico (it just sounds better) to see 30 minutes worth of live music. I’d rather do a spacewalk in a bikini. I’ve already seen him play live several times so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal except that 1) this was pretty much Kate’s only chance to catch him live and he will not be in Los Angeles while she’s here and ii) his show at the Knitting Factory was going to be a quasi-birthday party, which has now been shot to hell. Dammit. Oh well, life goes on.

ANYWAY, I’m just so wicked stoked about this trip. Providing the weather cooperates *fist to the sky* we’re going to go parasailing in Catalina and we’re going to take the train to Santa Barbara for the day and we’re going to go sweat our asses off with Richard Simmons (don’t lie, I know you’re jealous) and we’re gonna eat at Ryan Gosling’s restaurant Tagine (yummiest food I’ve had in LA, no lie) and we’re going to be in the studio audience for a taping of Reba and… I don’t know. Lots of stuff. I’ve tried to pack in as much fun crappola as I could while staying on a budget. I think we’ll be able to make this trip work without emptying out our bank accounts.

I still can’t think straight.

This rocks.

Oh my freaking gosh.

*EDIT* My high has worn off, replaced by fatigue and irritation. The stress of 180’s arrival combined with my job’s impending deadlines has not made for pleasant times. Her flight has been delayed. Twice. She was originally scheduled to get here at 8:48. Then it was changed to 10:27. I’m waiting for her call to find out what her new arrival time is. I swear, if I’m at LAX at 1am trying to pick her up when I have to be back at work at 6:30 someone is going to pay. Of course, that someone will probably be me in the form of havoc that I shall wreak upon my own body. Nevertheless, someone will have paid. Fuck.