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Good evening. Or rather very early morning to most of you. Sunday night was interesting. I don't normally post things of this nature but is seemed too surreal not to share.
Sunday evening Mama had one of her mothers model clients over to fill out some new paperwork. Tax forms and the like. How she managed to get this model over to her home without one of his handlers is beyond me.
The model in question goes by the name of Silk. This man is known to me only because of Mama's severe distaste for his attitude. He gives her unnecessary grief and usually causes her stress she doesn't deserve nor need.
This is where I come in. In an effort to take some of the stress off Mama I decide to play the roll of gracious host and come into the room where they are seated to offer them drinks. Silk takes one look at me and immediately stands, almost stumbling over the coffee table in his haste to take my hand in greeting.
I offer him wine ... and then vodka ... and finally rum. This, he drinks in short order much to Mama's amusement. He also apparently must have me sit next to him and tell him all about myself. I proceed to go off on a subject I'm sure he won't be interested in. Cradle of Filth. He's enthralled. I am flummoxed and unnerved. And so in an effort to keep him entertained, I drink.
One drink leads to two, three, then four and soon enough something (that I'm sure is Mama's doing) happens.
Needless to say, Mama's and my joke of the evening was that Silk looked like the love child of Buffalo Bill and a T-Rex.
I'm ever so ashamed. But this is for Mama's and Vector's amusement as well as any of my other friends who think me too uptight.
Sunday evening Mama had one of her mothers model clients over to fill out some new paperwork. Tax forms and the like. How she managed to get this model over to her home without one of his handlers is beyond me.
The model in question goes by the name of Silk. This man is known to me only because of Mama's severe distaste for his attitude. He gives her unnecessary grief and usually causes her stress she doesn't deserve nor need.
This is where I come in. In an effort to take some of the stress off Mama I decide to play the roll of gracious host and come into the room where they are seated to offer them drinks. Silk takes one look at me and immediately stands, almost stumbling over the coffee table in his haste to take my hand in greeting.
I offer him wine ... and then vodka ... and finally rum. This, he drinks in short order much to Mama's amusement. He also apparently must have me sit next to him and tell him all about myself. I proceed to go off on a subject I'm sure he won't be interested in. Cradle of Filth. He's enthralled. I am flummoxed and unnerved. And so in an effort to keep him entertained, I drink.
One drink leads to two, three, then four and soon enough something (that I'm sure is Mama's doing) happens.
Needless to say, Mama's and my joke of the evening was that Silk looked like the love child of Buffalo Bill and a T-Rex.
I'm ever so ashamed. But this is for Mama's and Vector's amusement as well as any of my other friends who think me too uptight.