WEEKEND UPDATE> 9.9-9.11
So friday night i thought it would be a great idea to stay up til 4:30 doing ABSOLUTLEY nothing, so I could be a real grouch at my 12 hour photoshoot on saturday. Yes, I made the trek to uber-fabulous Basalt, CO to photo direct a shoot for an upcoming spread in Aspen Magazine about the future of prominent Aspen Yocals. Yeehaw. So after a nutritious breakfast of redbulls and nicotine we got the thing a rollin. A variety of locations ate up the day as my team, and I shot at places like a 15 year olds bedroom, and airstream trailer, on a grassy knoll (Aspen>NOT Dallas), on a faded porch, amongst some leafy vines, and lastly in a powder grey older Jeep complete with 7 & 8 year olds with their razors (scooters not the moto, yo). Kissing the shoot goodbye, I reluctantly left old towne Basalt, and headed back to la caca casa de azul (AKA my current living quarters) where I managed to pass out with all of my clothes on and a beer in hand, I managed somehow not to spill a drop, good times. As I am dreaming of waking, the plastic pocket talking device begins to buzz with the type of enthusiam not heard since the last day of school. Upon retrieving the message from somewhere deep inside the plastic talky box, I swiftly got red to go, and was off to meet Miss Riss at Chelsea for a night cap. Fast forward to Sunday morning-> I find myself in the presence of the wily wiggler herself preparing for me her best rendition of the drink formerly known as the bloody mary. Thoughts on my mind go back to the previous evening which was filled with good conversation with a great friend who sadly enough, will be leaving the valley for the alleys of Boston, MASS. We will miss ya Riss, but more on that later seeing as we've still got her for a week. At some poinnt in betwixt the worchestire, and limes I remembered that I was not going to take a nap that afternoon, because I had lots o work to do, and lots o clothes to wash. As I wake in a bit of a panic at 1:55am on JA-VA's couch I race for the bus, YES, I have made it with a minute to spare! Until, I hear coming from my brothers from south o' the border, "Where you going man" Las casa de caca, I say. "NO MAS, man" crap, I have missed the last bus, damn off season schedule! Luckily, Big E is driving by, so I flag him down, and I am able to keep my lids from dropping just long enough to crawl into bed, sans clothes this time.