killin it one post at a time
I GOT HIS APRON!
book too replete with butter smudges on my lens.
charmed him, actually made marco laugh. he asked what my accent was. everything else i am savouring for myself and the twenty women i will be addressing at dinner haha. what happens at blogher stays at blogher.
this was so fun we razzed the hell out of each other total strangers, all making self pitches and bonding meanwhile MARCO FUCKING PIERRE WHITE is doting all the hell over
us me. he asked if i liked risotto al dente and i said no because it expands in your stomach and makes you all bloated (the ONE thing i know about risotto) that’s when i broke him AND i cornered him about making gordon ramsay cry. he goes, he made HIMSELF cry bahaha and that it was a long time ago. i need to go into journalism. someone needs to scoop this free agent before it’s too late nahmean.
nothing i do is creepy. everything i do is fabulous.
friggin’ piping hot and now i am full how am i gonna eat?
creep meme begins. i was too shy to ask for a photo during this and i was booze sweating profusely, faint, dizzy and charlie sheen level bipolar delirious = networking gold.
marco and i made this together it was like ghost except nowhere near first base. maybe in our heads.
i have a hundred more various versions of this.
then i met the famous swiffer guy.
and i sat on the throne. oh yeah when i posed with a california raisin i hugged it then asked if i could pick it (them) up. no way i coulda done it.
ready for my next customer, marco, don’t lose my card. his assistant minder could tell i was cruising him hard i was half smooth, blatant, retarded, demure, stupid, charming, confusing, rude, in short, perfect.
and my room looks like the tickle trunk. is that a crystal missing already or just a bad angle?
worst coffee but i am growing fond of our bodega so whatever. i see people with starbucks cups but so far haven’t spotted my sbucks friends yet. ok i gotta go. running out of little black dresses. went to a great panel this afternoon tell you about it later.