Booby McEverybodylikesmebestsosuckit Throws Her Two Cents In

Or would it be 2 pence. I'll have to check my ziplock bags.

Kitty here! First of all, you boys can suck it! If it weren't for me, nobody would remember you from last year.

Well, let's see, what to add. Things seem to be falling into place quite well this year. Last year was so new and so overwhelming, for me, perhaps, more so, not having been out of the US since I was a teenager (is there anything grammatically correct about that sentence? I'm sure Andy knows). We seemed to spend the first week running around like drunk children taking it all in and trying to figure out what was going on. This year is is old hat. Why, it's day 3 and we've already been drinking at the Underbelly (sloooooowest bar EVAR) twice!

Will and I also trekked over to another venue bar with Jack and Carys (God, I know I'm spelling that wrong) where we were mistaken for Irish Comedians. That's right, folks. Irish Comedians. The thing is, normally Will and I would joke around about this with the fella' doing the mistaking for a little while, but we were tired and crazed from the drive enough to turn into sarcastic little shit heads about it. I think Andy is rubbing off on us.

Andy and Will keep talking about schmoozing "the hotties," but in real life, Andy calls them "the babies" which is gross and makes him sound like a pedophile.

I am already annoyed by foreign keyboards. I actually had to ask a stranger where the @ was the other day. Everything is so damn different. So, I get that English people are TOTALLY unable to use ANY of the same words we do (plaster=band-aid, torch=flashlight, junction=intersection, the list is endless and they ALWAYS correct you when you use the "wrong" word (well, at least Andy does)) but ONE LETTER?! REALLY??? You absolutely can't have ANYTHING the same????


OK, where was I? Oh, I don't know. Let's talk about last night. Last night we went to the Underbelly where we met three crazy drunk vegan Glaswegians. I'm not quite sure how, but we ended up talking about Ox tongue and apparently slamming ones glass on the table is a terribly Glaswegian thing to do.

I also left my notebook on the table and, while I wasn't looking, this was written on it.....*ahem*

"Kitty has multiple wombs. ('uteri'...that's plural.)"

Thank you for that nugget of trivia Andy and Tom.

OK, I'm on the Fringe office computer and they are bound to kick me off soon. More non sequitur ranting later, I promise.

-Kitty