meccahi | Con Queso!

I am ending every sentence with "Con Queso" from now on.

" hello.. I think I'll be off to the privy... Con Queso.."

Must say it in deep Barry White voice.

In other much accused randomness.. this weekend was stressful beyond imagining. Fairly certain the neurons shut down around noon on Sunday and didn't kick back up until 3pm today. Of my three bosses.. 2 are gone.. one to another show and the other to home for a family emergency. Problem being these other two bosses keep the third boss in line.

Crap.

So boothmate and I take what responsibilities that leaves us with.. and try and keep sane. Third boss ( who is the one who started this whole business).. has been remarkably well behaved.. but things have still been spinning in a counter clockwise direction and occasionally throwing us to the wolves.

Third boss regaled us with tales of Vietnam and random acts of destruction last night. Interesting.

Don't know if I'm willing to work this show again. Finding myself less and less inclined to not having my own personal space more than 20 feet from the bosses. Money is also becoming a factor as I really do want to own my own place one day.. with land and a workshop. I still want to travel. I haven't seen enough of this world yet.. but I'm getting more and more frustrated lately by not being able to call my own shots. By being thought of as not intelligent enough to know what the hell I'm doing. Meh. I may not work for NASA ( like one of my friends. heh) but I know that I AM in fact intelligent.. I do generally know what the hell I'm doing and the only time I lack in common sense is in my own personal choices. Not in business. Rar. End of short Vent.

Grog called me at 3AM on Sunday. Heh.. Many smacking and thwackings will ensue. Totally thought it was my alarm clock.

Probably going to see House on the Rock this week. Groovy.

Hey un changa en mis pantalones!