Just realized today that I don't have a date for tomorrow's Garden State Film Festival coctail party (the big shebang's on Sunday). I asked one of my faves, but she hedged. I think it takes more than 24 hours for women to get ready for these things. Takes me 10 minutes, shower included.
Oh well. Always look on the bright side, I say. When life gives you an empty chair, go get some ass.
Guess I'll be looking for actresses to down vodka tonics and watch brooding indie movies with. Rumor has it that a bunch of Soprano's stars, soap stars and assorted local famous people will be there.
I will be sure to bring my customary redundant social shield of Visine and shades.
I will be sure to have an umbrella, for it may rain and we will be on the Asbury Park boardwalk made infamous via Bruce.
I will be sure to have many fresh $20s on hand.
And I will be sure to be all rock star while trying not to trip over what ever lies in waiting to trip me up.
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