went to malaga last week to see stuey. arlie also came down from chilly londres for a quick party session. on friday night there was a party at the local karaoke bar for stan and sharon’s birthdays. stayed out way too late and went to the worst clubs that i have ever been to. spent all of saturday hating life and sleeping. saturday night was a nice quiet evening with everyone eating a little meal. sunday woke up with a flu and felt like dying all day.

when i arrived home, colin and cousin were at my house. unfortunately, i was in no shape to do anything so i went to bed with my sickness. monday didn’t go to work and died some more. monday night i had to drag my ass out of bed and go down to meet carlos for a test shoot for a bacardi commercial. basically the whole thing was that i was supposed to make out with carlos in the street while dressed as an “asian hip hop girl”. sweet. all i understood from the makeup artist was “geisha” and “kimono” - then i started freaking out. poor carlos had to have me shove my tongue down his throat with all of my germy germs. it was interesting to say the least.

thursday night went to the mtv music awards with giles. drank a shitload of vodka tonics and listened to all the artists. post awardshow there was a private party at the gaudi building in town. went over to a bar with jessica and some boys next to the party for some beverages. while sitting there - who walks in but enrique inglesias and his mole. stayed there for a moment and then off to the party next door where i proceeded to drink lots of free cava. also think that i spent the evening attempting to speak spanish - which is a scary prospect. ended the night by stealing a bottle of whiskey from the open bar and then hopped in a cab.

friday, my parents showed up at my house bearing many gifts. opened up my new ipod and wireless lan router with glee. then went to sleep. i had decided my only mission of the weekend is to get all of my laundry done. happy to report that there is only one more load. that officially means that i don’t have to do laundry again for another six months. last night we had dinner with fiona, tim, and her parents. whoa with the parent action. nothing like 4 drunken parents that have decided that they have found their soulmates. had to finally put bob and fujie in a taxi and head off to the shithole kentucky bar. i hate hate hate that bar and have now made it a rule that i am never going back there ever again.

that pretty much brings us up-to-date. going to london on thursday for yet another porn fest. lovely. staying at arlie’s house and planning to eat nobu. yummy.