By Moira - Wednesday December 03rd 2008 |
Note: Please welcome Moira to the fold! Moira, a confessed traveler, “soft launched” on site last week by reviewing O’Death at Spaceland. With any luck we’ll see her eating bacon-wrapped hot dogs and tripe tacos before year’s end, en route to a crucial gig someplace. I give the tripe 50/50 odds. Huzzah! -Ed
After moving around the country for a bit, I’ve finally decided to rest my bags and settle down in the city of angels. Moving to Los Angeles (as you may well be aware) is a fucking trip. But, as overwhelming as it is to move to a new city, it’s also pretty awesome. I mean, it’s not like I’m moving to Boise, here, I’m moving to LOS ANGELES.
I was waiting to get on my flight to LAX when I heard a familiar voice. I look up and I recognize that girl from EuroTrip. I was fucking stoked! I hadn’t even gotten to LA yet, and I was already spotting celebrities. Even though this chick was kind of a small fry, I was already beginning to look forward to lounging by the pool with a margarita chatting up Lauren Conrad and Perez Hilton.
