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So, I was in Hollywood... they still have their Christmas decorations stretched across the streets of traffic down by the Chinese Theatre. Um... just a tad bit redneck? ...not that there's anything wrong with that.

Saturday was the Day-o-Auditions. I had four auditions lined up beginning at 10:00am and ending at 5:00pm. Gotta love pilot season. Actually, none of those auditions were for pilots. Dang it. Three were for films, one was really a go-see for Sexy Hair products.

Usually, Saturday is my day to be with Beauregard. We go someplace fun like Runyon Canyon and he gets to run and play off-leash.

Since there was clearly no way to squeeze in a trip up Mulholland on Saturday, I decided to take him with me to the auditions.

He was quite the good driving buddy. He hung out in his seat, occasionally stuck his nose out the passenger's window to allow his ears to flap in the wind, and every few minutes he said thanks with a big fat lick to my face.

The second audition of the day took place on Figuroa Street in downtown Los Angeles. Yep - downtown. Total nightmare. Can I just tell you how much I dislike going to downtown LA? One-way streets, broken streets, lack of signage... just no. I would take a trip up a mountain any day over a trip to downtown LA.

So, after literally driving around in circles trying to get to the location, I was feeling a bit queasy.

Reckon Beau was, too.

Just as I parked pulled into metered parking on the street, Beau promptly walked over to my side of the truck, hung his head down over my lap... and puked.

Lovely lamb and rice chunks in gravy all over my beautiful brown skirt... pooled in my lap.

Yeah. Just think on that one for a minute.

I might be sick right now.

As it happened, I had a pair of jeans in the back of my truck that had been there for a different audition earlier in the week. So, I quickly changed... right there on the street.

But the brown skirt was specific for my 3rd audition. The third audition was for a period piece set in 1603. The skirt was flowy and a bit retro paired with a great corset-style top in muted colors of the time.

So, no fabulous skirt anymore.

I had to wear the top with very trendy "now" jeans that were adorned with sparkles and beads and embroidery. On any other occasion, they would have looked super cute. But the film was 1603!! Not 2006!!

Oh man, it was a disaster.

I threw the yicky, stinky, chunky skirt into the back of my truck and closed the toneau cover so as to isolate the skunk.

When I took it to the dry cleaner's yesterday, I turned the skirt inside out so that the poor lady collecting my clothing wouldn't notice the puke. I was embarrassed. No way would she believe it was my dog... she would probably assume I was wasted on Saturday night and lost my dinner at some club on Sunset.

I go to pick up the skirt from the cleaner's today. Hope it was salvageable.