This weekend is starting off with a bang.

I got into town late yesterday afternoon and after a day of dealing with delayed airport departures, flying on American Airlines’ first-ever commissioned jet, cramming 6′5″ into a seat made for Verne Troyer for 5 plus hours, waiting 40 minutes on the LAX tarmac for a gate, waiting another 40 minutes for the Hertz shuttle to get my car as even Joe’s Penny-a-Day rental shuttles passed by at least 6 times, not getting that Hertz Gold Club service you hear so much about at the rental facility and (deep breath from this run-on sentence) this wonderful Los Angeles freeway traffic, finally checked into the hotel late afternoon.

There I was met by a deluge of emails, calls to return, etc. and before I knew I had to get all perty for a dinner meeting with Katie from MyCams, our VP, Anh from WantedList and our Genesis/SwankDollars webmasters Raja and Laurel. We caught the end of the Lakers/Celtics game (sorry Laker fans… I too hate mostly all things Beantown).

Right before we left for the little soirée, I did a quick phoner interview with my old friend Wankus over at RudeTV about the Hot 100 and F.A.M.E. show. It’s good to hear that cat back on the air. Some love him and some hate him, but he’s good at what he does and RudeTV is what KSEX should’ve been and then some.

We got the bar/restaurant and had some grub (who would ever think bleu cheese fries were good with a steak) and finally tucked myself in after midnight which already had me up for 22 hours considering my time difference on the east coast.

I was dreaming of an award show weekend at Erotica LA without anyone bitching where they ended up on Porn’s Hot 100, or how they deserved the F.A.M.E. Award more than Lori LabiaXXX, or where they sat, etc., etc., when I was interrupted by my phone ringing at 5:44 in the morning by one of my art directors back at the office asking me where something was. Of course, now I was up, had to take a leak and walking back in the still dark room, cracked my fuckin’ toe on the hip and trendy platform bed at my hip and trendy downtown hotel. It’s throbbing as I type this and I have a weekend of walking and standing on it to look forward to. Joy of fucking joys.

What else is there to look forward to? On the positive side, well, the 2008 F.A.M.E. Awards are going to be amazing. We’ll give you a preview later. I get to see a lot of friends in the biz that living in the east doesn’t allow, so that’s good. I get some work accomplished and set up lots of shoots and promos and articles that will keep our readers entertained over the year. And hopefully I get to meet some new people. That’s always a good time.

So while this little trip has started out like a hemorrhoid on the ass of Murphy of Murphy’s Law fame, the eternal optimist in me says brighter days are ahead… Oh, and I’m allergic to Southern California smog I think.

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