Post
Post. That’s what it says in my daily to do list, so I am following my own orders.
I started my day by talking to my uncle, an ex-Chicago cop who is following my writing much to my delight, surprise and mild embarrassment, and when I started to complain that it was both wonderful and a horrible burden he asked who was holding the gun to my head. And I replied that it was my internal Jewish gun, the gun of guilt that I have inherited from his side of the family that makes me do this. He then teased me about the little ladies gun that I have pointed at myself. I wanted to insist that it was a Ruger, but he laughed at me.
What amazes and humbles me is that you, whoever you are, are reading this. Thank you.
Today has been a very uncomfortable and fairly unhappy day.
I did however have a wonderful overview from my friend, and consulting producer, Simone who helped, no made, me think about the next steps of viral marketing we need to do for the Saltwater Trailer and Saltwater in general. We then talked and walked Lefty on Bernal Hill in the heat and wind and talked about things near and dear to our hearts.
I am going to sign off-this whole day is bugging me. I am not going to do that Lise thing where I say I am going to shut up and just keep blah, blah, blahing. And speaking of bugging-it has been so hot that there is a little infestation of fruit flies and mosquitoes and they are truly bugging me.
Tomorrow is Bride Mob and I am nervous and anxious, here is the invite if you can make it:
Hello Saltwater Family and Friends!
Hope to see you at BRIDE MOB tomorrow night!
Follow the link below to our invitation, put on that old wedding gown and come on down!
http://crush3r.com/page/kayxubzuba
Tons of great raffle prizes, insane music from the Merchants of the New Bizarre, great Blue Angel Vodka Martinis, and a real runway show at 6:00 sharp!
Help us take over Valencia Street with BRIDE MOB!
See you there!
Oy vey-buck up and appreciate it all you dummkopf.
