So I'm home early because I skipped aerobics and I'm going to bed any minute, because I have a serious sleep deficit from last night, when my mobile rings, and I see it's a New York number.
It's F, my NY buddy, to find out if I would do a stand-up gig in New York in a couple of weeks time. Which would have been pretty cool if I didn't have to be in Barcelona - for work - the next day. I'm starting (just for those few miliseconds) to feel like an international (wo)man of mystery or something. All I need now is the income to match.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment