yee - haw.

In about twenty minutes I'm off to mingle with the hoi polloi for the following evening of wretched excess:

Cyndi Lauper
Erasure
Debbie Harry (of Blondie)
Dresden Dolls
And some tranny-boy fronted punk band

...

in the VIP suite
with snackies and beverages.

Hosted by Margaret Cho.

I mean, wow.

I've spent all day reading buddhist philosophy for balance.

And now I'm dressed like James Dean and heading off to take over the USANA Amphitheatre in West Valley City.

Yikes, man.