| November 19, 2005 - The creepy guy on the phone |
| Dear Friends, I had something a little unnerving happen to me last weekend. I was out at a bar watching TV and near me was a guy talking on a cell phone. He had one of those phones with some sort of earpiece that allows you to talk without actually holding the phone up to your ear. Anyway, he was just chatting and I really wasn't paying any attention. But gradually I became aware that he was talking about me! Then as I listened a bit more closely, I began to get the feeling that there was no one on the other end of the line; that he was talking about me to no one with the intention that he wanted me to overhear! It was really weird, my dears, and I do hope I won't ever see him again. Creepy! But I guess I should apply Mae West's old adage, "better to be looked over than overlooked". Well my big trip is finally coming up. I'm travelling to Scotland and Hungary with the friend that I went to Iceland with back in March. My friend, Laura, in Edinburgh is letting us stay at her place, which is great since hotels in the UK can be fairly pricey. She's booked us reservations for dinner at a place called The Outsider. I read a review of it on the internet and it seems like it'll be a good place. After two days in Edinburgh we head off to Budapest. As I told me friend, K., I'm planning on pestering some bootie in Budapest. That's clever, isn't it? Anway, we'll be there until Nov. 28, not really a very long trip, but it will be soooo good to get away for a bit. While we're in Budapest we're going to eat at Gundel's, a very swanky restaurant that both Hillary Clinton and Colin Powell have eaten at. They're actually famous for their dinner pancakes they make. If you get a chance, you should look them up on the internet. Of course, you might know that if the high and mighty eat there, the restaurant can't be bothered putting their prices online. I think it's one of those places that if you have to ask the price, you can't really afford to eat there. But since Hungary is infinitely less expensive than the US when it comes to swanky eateries, I think we'll do OK price-wise. A couple of weeks ago this same friend of mine and I went to see a production of "A Streetcar Named Desire". Before we went to the theater we had dinner at an oyster bar. My friend said, "You know, JOHNNYLEEN, oysters heighten your libido." "Yeah, yeah," I thought, "just an old wives' tale." Well, Dear Friends, that night I had 3 incredibly erotic dreams right in a row! It was like being a teenager again! It was all so intense, that I went back to the oyster bar last Sunday for more, but unfortunately I had no wild sexual dreams afterwards. I must say, just writing about it is giving me a hankering for oysters! But tonight is pizza and British comedies on PBS night. I think I've mentioned before that I've been taking yoga and pilates, haven't I? But I don't think I've mentioned that I've been taking ballet. I absolutely hate exercising, but I force myself to take the classes, as well as to do the weight lifting my trainer, The Torturer, recommends. However, there's this kind of weird guy who takes the ballet class that takes place after mine. When I go down to the dressing room to change back into my street clothes, he's always getting dressed in there. My Dears, he totally strips down and then pulls on a thong! All the while he's trying to cover his ding-ding-dong as he moves around so no one will see it. My God! Just the stripping and thongie-thing should prove he's somewhat of an exhibitionist. Then after he gets his thong-tha-thong-thong-thong on, he pulls on a body suit that ends just below his crotch. Frankly, seeing him always kind of freaks me out. Lordie! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |