In two hours I am Iowa bound, where tomorrow I will partake in wedding stuffs. My packing list is as follows:1 swimsuit
2 pairs of shoes
3 dresses
4 bottles of wine
18 bottles of beer
I will also be bringing plenty of chips and dips, which will, no doubt, make me the hit of the hotel. Move over Paris Hilton.
I just may never come back. After all, how could I not fall in love with a state with all those vowels -- a real (pricey) 'Wheel of Fortune' anomaly, if you will.
So back to packing and listening to the new Supergrass album, "Life on Other Planets." Next weekend me and the grass got a date at the Metro.
Cheers mate!
