Against my better judgement, and because I spend 99% of my time with these people, I am joining Mel and the Brians at the California Democratic Convention in San Jose tomorrow. A bunch of those nerds are there right now, but since my co-hort/attorney/bad influence is just as over this shit as I am, we're going down tomorrow morning to check into the hotel and get drunk by the pool all day.
God Bless Democracy!
In his infinite wisdom and love of me, Devine bought cocktail onions, which I plan to afix a nametag to, saying, "Hello, My Name is: Beth's! Get your hands off me."
Unless of course, someone would like me to introduce them to a Gibson.
If anyone knows where the good parties will be (good parties in San Jose? Please.), you have to let me know ASAP. And by good, I mean the parties with hot guys and free food. You hook me up and I'll get you into a very exclusive after-party. And by exclusive, I mean me, Mel and the Brians in a hotel room watching Pay Per View.
Carole is not invited...
*In related news, I'm glad I'm the go-to-gal for a witty quip in the press...