Believe it or not, there’s actually other weddings happening this weekend and my ass just so happens to be going to one in what most people call the England of America: TEXAS! No, I won’t be ching ching-ing champagne flutes with the Princess of Moldavia like the royals will be, but I will definitely will be toasting to the bride and groom at the wedding I’m going to with plastic cups full of red wine and Coke, so who’s the real winner here? Thankyouverymuch!
My flight keeps getting delayed for obvious reasons, but hopefully I’ll get into Texas in time to score some street meth, snort a few lines of chopped up No-Doz and get myself nice and perky for an all-morning highblogging binge OF THE EVENT OF THE
CENTURY YEAR MONTH WEEK WEEKEND (after the Texas royal wedding I’m going to, of course).
I will be co-liveblogging here at Dlisted with the fancies of The Morton Report beginning at 4am east coast time. They’ll probably be the ones pointing out all the details while I incoherently ramble on as usual about how I got Chelsy Davy’s numbah, etc! I’ll be operating on natural craziness and gas station coffee, so I’ll look how that Prince William wax figure feels. Or is it I’ll feel how that Prince William wax figure looks? Shit, I’m already fucked up. Until then!