It's Africa hot...
Sister lamb didn't we cook up in the city today! After such an awful Friday I had made plans to meet up with a couple of The Hellcats for a day at the beach. Jones Beach, swimmin pools, movie stars.... out of the 3 of us Miss J--- was the only one closing so I tried to key off her. She assured me she would come home from work and just stay up and we could leave for the beach around 8 (a.m.!!!!) I thought that was excessive and told her so. Travel time to Jones is only about 1 1/2 hrs, who needs to be on the beach by 10?. We compromised that we would leave around 9 or 10. Meaning an 8am call time for moi, she of the Pokey Puppy School of getting ready. The events of the last few days have been weighing heavily on The Duchess, so without benefit of sleep inducing alcohol I slept fitfully and briefly. Which explains why I wasn't finished with my morning toilette until 11. And still, no word from The Hellcats. You know, every time I think I've managed to shake off the dust of all the bad ways I learned to think about myself, it's so ridiculously easy to fall right back in the old rote. "They probably decided they didn't want you to go after all." I says to myself. When the more likely and ultimately true truth is The Hellcats haven't got their fat asses out the bed yet. So I tamp down Mr. Bad Feeling into the black hole in my soul and phone em up and roust the mutherfuckin bitches!
Not so fast. Don't you hate when you spend all morning shaving your parts and waxing your legs (OK that part's just me). And you manage to caffeinate/shit/shower/shave and get all dressed and are ready to leave the house when all of the sudden it becomes apparent from somewhere deep in yer innards that you got a bonus round ready to hatch? Then you have to take everything back off and take care of the extra delivery and then re-run the shower so you don't start the day with that not so fresh feeling? Thank god for shower massage on a flex pipe you can just sort of hang your business over the side and get the job done.... What?
After many back and forth phone calls and what seemed like hours of waiting around (cause it was hours, funny that, huh?)
We meet up at Penn and grab the train to Babylon. It's 2pm. At the beach tromping through the sand like any self respecting bar employee by 3:30. Morning y'all! But it was gorgeous and Jones is a big honkin beach. The fags were fagulous and by the by, those Jersey queers like their speedo's no? I hadn't seen that many grapes since the last Farmer's Market. (Ain't she great folks? She'll be back after dinner. Try the lamb).
We stayed really late and the ocean breeze was quite refreshing (I really am The Duchess). I feel again as if I can cope somehow (just don't quite got the how as yet) It will all work out as it will and I have reminded myself to try and trust the universe and not try and play "cosmic pool" with everyone and everything.
My first blind item!
I probably shouldn't but I've been walking around with this one all day and if I don't get it out I'll burst! Which of my former employees has returned to the world of escorting after a 14 month break? Curiously, the 14 months she was in my employ. Imagine my surprise when I happened to swing by an escort site (strictly research you know) and there she was as big as day in all her...err.....glory? I think I'll keep this one to myself for a while as I love my little kitten and who hasn't sold their ass for milk money once or twice. (OK I guess that's just me too.) Besides, this is the kind of stuff you drop on your best girlfriends late at night, preferably drunk.
Oh, and I had a threesome Thursday afternoon before work.
