The fates have conspired to keep La Gringa from getting to San Diego. We are bummed. Oh, well.
The fates are also apparently conspiring to keep La Gringa from actually getting a job. Anywhere. And again, we are bummed. We think perhaps that the fates really really want us to become homeless. So, if you have a very large refrigerator box that you aren’t using right now, would you consider loaning it to La Gringa? We will take very good care of it.
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Categories: San Diego Comic-Con
Play this loudly – I guarantee it will annoy all your co-workers. (via Heidi MacDonald)
In other news:
- It is officially too fucking hot.
- A pedicure is good way to stay out of the heat.
- La Gringa is off to San Diego Comic-Con. Those of you looking to meet up with me, I’ll be at the Hyatt tomorrow through Sunday. Shoot me an email and you’ll get an automated message with my cell phone number. Text or call me; I’m around until Sunday morning. If you’re not doing anything on Wednesday night, pop your head into Buster’s Beach House around 7:30-ish and scream "La Gringa!" at the top of your lungs. I’ll be in there somewhere, wrapped around a catfish sandwich and margarita.
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Categories: San Diego Comic-Con
