An On-Line Journal
by Paul Buceta
2003 10 02 - Tired Tired Tired.

I've been so busy with so many things that I don't know where to start.

Yesterday , I go to work in the morning and get out early.
Around 1:00pm I had to run out with my friend Michelle to take some pictures for a news paper interview that she did. Hopefully the picture(s) will be used.

From there (2:00pm) , I had to prep the pics and get them over to the paper. On the way, I dropped off Michelle for a manicure.

I get home, (3:00pm) I change, charge the batteries on my cameras and run out again.

I pick up Michelle around 4:00pm. At this point we are a bit behind because she has to be at the Gala at 4:00pm - whoops.

We get to the Pink Bedroom Gala at around 4:30pm - Not so bad as others have yet to arrive.
This is a breast cancer fund-raising event.

Now, I would never go to one of these events by myself, I would feel kind of weird making small talk with people who have dates - Their dates probably dislike it as well.

Actually, I only went because
Michelle asked me to join her.

She had a spectacular dress made just for the occasion - Looking this good, how could I say no?

I should also mention that Michelle was auctioned off as a bachelorette for the Gala. The best part was that she raised the most money - Someone paid $2,000.00 for a date with her!
And just like that, I was now sitting next to the highest priced date in town.

(AHEM - Thank you very much)


In all seriousness, I can't help feel proud of her.
She had contacted the Organization and volunteered herself to help raise money.
As I understand it, she also raised the most money in a cyber-auction. To win a date, the highest bid reached $6,000.00!

So by offering to go on two dates, Michelle effectively raised $8,000.00 for a very noble cause.

Not to take anything away from her, but HELLO!
Here she is having men fight to go out with her and I can't even find a Miss September or October.

However, I did manage to find a Mr. and Miss. June (6:00pm).
Meet Tailor James, Playboy centerfold and Scott Merritt, Playgirl centerfold.



Looking at this picture I can see why I'm not having luck with models.

Who wears vests anymore?

I don't know what I was thinking. What chain of events must have transpired for me to think wearing a vest was cool. And hey, lets not overlook the navy blazer and brown pants.
I am Captain loser!

But hey, looking on the bright side, admitting you have a problem is half the solution.

Although I was a fashion disaster, my friends still stuck with me (11:00pm).



Oh, and I did I mention it was an open bar?
12:15am


At least with the open bar, I wasn't so concerned about what I looked like anymore.

Funny how alcohol can do that to a person.

2:00am ZZZZZ