Those carzy, crazy nights.
So, I worked from 7am to 9pm and then another siren hailed me out for the late night festivities at a certain brew works. I love nights that begin at 10:30.
3 Expresso martini's later, a killer black cocktail dress, a brad pitt (long hair) look alike who my friend was throwing herself on because she's getting over 1.) her own Doc Asshole and 2.) the jelled asshole version called Russ. Brad Pitt-he's part of our net group and he knows I like his friend Brian who I know likes me since our meeting tra la la... I actually fought men last night - and won. Then I had these 3 guys all over me after explaining to the reachy beer guy that frottage is an actual dysfuntion in people.
One of the three or four guys who like to travel the world knew all these stories about Keith Harring and Warhol. Like they slept together stories - the type of stories that no one knows - this guy was from LA and it's embedded sanctuary of seedy secrets and I checked his credentials... now paul harvey wants to take me to dinner to tell me the rest of the story and I'd prolly go just for the stories alone. Why did I give him my card?!
Then my friend and Brad Pitt needed a room... and I wanted to try and make my way home before things got out of hand or in hand sorta speak... I had a stupid moment in the bathroom when I recalled having the same night a long time ago and leaving a message with the doc - on a moment of complete insanity I texted him something - I was in the same bathroom and getting hit on by seedy euro's... why did I do that? damnit.
Going home through the labrynth of gates for the fest I came upon a large group of cops and I thought it would be nice to smile in a very suggestive way in their direction... lol* they just stopped what they were doing and watched me drive on by through the illegal street... lol* then on the way home a cop followed me... but no lights came on - he pulled around me and then proceeded to pull in my parking lot... I'm thinking WTF.
I park and do not get out of my car... then a guy from the back seat gets out and I'm like phew* it's my neighbor... and he must have had a bad night... I don't know him... but as he went up the steps outside I asked if he was ok... he looked me up and down and asked if I wanted a beer... it was ever so charming ...for an ogre... I passed. ew.
Then I came on the computer. I wish. Then I started writing to my old Russian flame from college - not sure why just Russians will always have a place in my heart... good or bad... but this Russian I left for another after a firey kiss in the elevator hall in college... passionate Russian now in moscow... so I wrote a few lines:
I can see your hand running down the alabaster body of Daphne. How could I be jealous of my Greek sculpture of stone? (yah he made my beautiful statue I acquired in Greece into this sexual relic all of the sudden - it was so innocent and perverted at the same time that next to that kiss was one of the things that grabbed my attention... he's passionate, spontaneous, and not afraid.)
So right now an interesting IM is taking place.
And I might even plan my long awaited trip to Moscow... sigh* what an adventure - yep, I think I want to go and when I get that idea in my head, there's very little this side of death that can keep me from going.
A certain kiss still lingers on my lips...
Now my very good friend wants to go out and attack men all over again tonight... shrugs* eh why not I have little to do before Ben get's back from Sante Fe... why not...
Maybe it was seeing a picture of Barishnikov at the frame shop... I might kill a few minutes on my cell and phone Moscow soon... as I look at my Apollo and Daphne statue and a chill just went through me.
I capitulated a text message after two weeks... it happens... not for me though - I was just in the wrong place at the the right time... it happens to.
I don't expect a reply - but I haven't stopped missing my friend either...
A Siren stares at you and cannot actually see you.
3 Expresso martini's later, a killer black cocktail dress, a brad pitt (long hair) look alike who my friend was throwing herself on because she's getting over 1.) her own Doc Asshole and 2.) the jelled asshole version called Russ. Brad Pitt-he's part of our net group and he knows I like his friend Brian who I know likes me since our meeting tra la la... I actually fought men last night - and won. Then I had these 3 guys all over me after explaining to the reachy beer guy that frottage is an actual dysfuntion in people.
One of the three or four guys who like to travel the world knew all these stories about Keith Harring and Warhol. Like they slept together stories - the type of stories that no one knows - this guy was from LA and it's embedded sanctuary of seedy secrets and I checked his credentials... now paul harvey wants to take me to dinner to tell me the rest of the story and I'd prolly go just for the stories alone. Why did I give him my card?!
Then my friend and Brad Pitt needed a room... and I wanted to try and make my way home before things got out of hand or in hand sorta speak... I had a stupid moment in the bathroom when I recalled having the same night a long time ago and leaving a message with the doc - on a moment of complete insanity I texted him something - I was in the same bathroom and getting hit on by seedy euro's... why did I do that? damnit.
Going home through the labrynth of gates for the fest I came upon a large group of cops and I thought it would be nice to smile in a very suggestive way in their direction... lol* they just stopped what they were doing and watched me drive on by through the illegal street... lol* then on the way home a cop followed me... but no lights came on - he pulled around me and then proceeded to pull in my parking lot... I'm thinking WTF.
I park and do not get out of my car... then a guy from the back seat gets out and I'm like phew* it's my neighbor... and he must have had a bad night... I don't know him... but as he went up the steps outside I asked if he was ok... he looked me up and down and asked if I wanted a beer... it was ever so charming ...for an ogre... I passed. ew.
Then I came on the computer. I wish. Then I started writing to my old Russian flame from college - not sure why just Russians will always have a place in my heart... good or bad... but this Russian I left for another after a firey kiss in the elevator hall in college... passionate Russian now in moscow... so I wrote a few lines:
I can see your hand running down the alabaster body of Daphne. How could I be jealous of my Greek sculpture of stone? (yah he made my beautiful statue I acquired in Greece into this sexual relic all of the sudden - it was so innocent and perverted at the same time that next to that kiss was one of the things that grabbed my attention... he's passionate, spontaneous, and not afraid.)
So right now an interesting IM is taking place.
And I might even plan my long awaited trip to Moscow... sigh* what an adventure - yep, I think I want to go and when I get that idea in my head, there's very little this side of death that can keep me from going.
A certain kiss still lingers on my lips...
Now my very good friend wants to go out and attack men all over again tonight... shrugs* eh why not I have little to do before Ben get's back from Sante Fe... why not...
Maybe it was seeing a picture of Barishnikov at the frame shop... I might kill a few minutes on my cell and phone Moscow soon... as I look at my Apollo and Daphne statue and a chill just went through me.
I capitulated a text message after two weeks... it happens... not for me though - I was just in the wrong place at the the right time... it happens to.
I don't expect a reply - but I haven't stopped missing my friend either...
A Siren stares at you and cannot actually see you.