Shaving and trimming and filing and buffing and primping and preening and packing. I can’t wait to get the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck out of here. I have this feeling I am not going to want to come back.
So far, my tentative plans whilst in L.A. are: Tim Burton art exhibit at LACMA, Haunted Mansion art exhibit and visiting Dapper Cadaver in Burbank, spending too much money at Necromance, being a tourist and taking my photo in front of the “Thompson” house from Nightmare on Elm Street, drinks with Pauley Perrette [see also: “praying for self control to not get wasted and embarass myself”], dinner and drinks with my cousin, Bar Sinister on Saturday night, possibly Hollywood Forever cemetery, and trying to squeeze in a bunch of other friends for hang time. Thankfully, I have a handsome gentleman escort [i don’t mean that like hooker] to spend the week with. Any L.A. people out there? Suggestions on stuff to do, preferably of a spooky nature? I guess Fangs on Fur and Deadfly Ensemble are both playing shows while I’m there. We will see.
Let the countdown COMMENCE! T-Minus: 6 days until my escape from my Western-Pennsylvanian prison of a life… even if it is only temporary.