Oh Dear

My arms are quaking -- just lugged equipment from Jersey City with cameraman's roommate -- a very cute anarchisty type guy who gave me a bike ride on the handle bars from the train to his apartment. My arms are spaghetti and my bum is sore.

Will need a sherpa, a burro, an ex-boyfriend?? to come with me to Vegas -- because I'm bringing tantamount shit! Cameraman will already be there, so I'm heading West on my own. Should I allow the ex to come with me if he comes as a sherpa (silent, carrying, out of the way, driving, etc.) Yea right he'll do this, he just wants access to the bordello with none of the work.

Had excellent talk with Sunset's publicist yesterday, organizing our days together. Think things are just going to flow -- and this AM in the shower, I realized I have so many questions to ask her, that I think things will be really good. I'm just stressed about getting there, driving (god help us), gear, outfits, the Pimp, etc.

And what really sucks -- is I'm still with a cold (hello, pack of smokes, no sleep, international travel) and if this doesn't clear up, I'm going to sound and look like hell for the next week. Cannot be with a stuffed nose doing interviews... that said, I had to bail on FREE TICKETS to see Erykah Badu, Talib Kweli and the Roots at Radio City with a fella I call "The Iceman" a diamond dealer, who knows how to treat a lady. Shit. No hip hop show with "The Iceman" tonight. Nope -- I pack light stands, bikinis, scripts, dv tapes, etc. tonight.

Unglam... but only temporarily.