You know, I can’t decide if I like the red eye or not. On one hand, it’s great to fly out at night and arrive in the morning. On the other hand, it means I only get about 4 hours of sleep (so not enough for this gal) and arrive exhausted. In rush hour traffic. The other thing, I feel like I spend so much time throughout the day just waiting for when it’s finally time to leave. It does give me plenty of snuggle time with the boys though.
So the week in Herbie’s office was pretty uneventful. I never got to talk to anyone famous (outside of Herbie, that is). But I did take some important calls: Elton John’s office called regarding his Oscar party, Al Gore’s office called and Quincy’s office called. So close, yet so far. I thought Herbie was actually going to call Al Gore while he was in my car (taking him to the garage to pick up his car), but he called back into the office to see why AG’s office called instead of calling directly. Again, close, but no cigar.
I did get some Grammy-related swag. I got the leftovers from the In Style party and got to play with the actual Grammy swag bag once it was delivered. Some cool shit comes in those bags. But some crazy ass shit comes as well. Either way, it’s fun to play with!
And now, one final love-in with the boys and we’re off. Oh, did I mention that the other day, while working on our bookkeeping at Johnny Rockets (don’t ask) I saw Dog, the Bounty Hunter and his skanky wife? Here he is in all his trashy glory…