Last week ‘berto and I went to a Slideluck Potshow (get it?) where not only do people submit a slideshow of photos, but they also bring a yummy covered dish or judging from what other attendees brought, a box of donuts or a couple of cans of pringles. It was fun watching the slideshows and meeting the myriad people that showd up to the event.

I’m totally submitting some photos of my own for the next Potshow. I have about four months to figure how how many and which photos to use and to find some music to play during the whole thing. I REALLY want to avoid some of the trite, cliche soundtracks that people there had.

Girl… please. “Wind Beneath My Wings” while you show a photographic series of birds?

bah.

So, if anyone has any suggestions, let me know.

First of all, I want to say that I got to the bar at midnight, stayed until 2:30. During this time I had 2 white russians and 4 diet cokes; hardly enough to blame the fall on when I tripped over a broken sidewalk while walking to the Metro.

No, I wasn’t drunk, but you’d think I was squirting blood from an artery the way the kind folks at Kramerbooks rudely ordered me to leave the building when I stopped in to use the restroom (and to buy a book, honestly.. I was planning to stop there anyway.)

Cant a brother get a paper towel? Shit.

Me: Hi, I’m going to get something, I fell outside, can I use your….
Asshole Resturant Guy: GET OUT!
Me: Excuse me? Can I …
A.R.G.: YOUUUUUUU… are a health code VIOLATION!!! You need a band aid. GET OUT!
Me: Can I get a band aid then? I just need to use..
A.R.G.: You need to GET OUT!!!!! You are BLEEDING! GET OUT!!!!!
Me: But.. can I…
A.R.G.: GETTT OUTTTTT!!!!!!

I will be buying Dirty Job elsewhere, I guess.