| February 21, 2004 - One partay after another |
| Dear Friends, a couple of weeks ago K. invited me over for a swankay dinner partay. He was making a dish called pastizio; I hope I spelled that right. And since this is a Greek dish there was plentay o' Greek vino, I can tell you. As the dinner progressed, his charming guests and I all talked about things ranging from cabbages to kings and JOHNNYLEEN even got up and did his Celine Dion impression, grimacing and stalking around the room, while pounding his chest the way she does. Everyone just laaaffffed 'cause it was too true. Then there was a short period, and I mean very short, where JOHNNYLEEN lectured his captive audience on the status of Classics in the U.S. today. I'm sure they found it most enlightening. I'll gladly give the same lecture at your next dinner party...for a hefty speaker's fee. The next Saturday K. gave another party, but this time in his office to celebrate the opening of it. He was the one responsible for setting up the whole office, from finding the retail space to hiring all the personnel. Anyway, he also had invited a local artist to hang up some of his work and come to the party to discuss it with any interested guests. Now, that's all well and good, but as I pointed out to K., the next time he does this, he should invite several artists to exhibit, but all the artwork has to be portraits of K. I think that's only fair, if he's going to give them all this exposure, don't you? Anyway, at this partay I met these two women who asked me if I wanted to go out with them to dinner seeing that all three of us were alone on Valentine's Day, and so I took them up on their offer. We went to a Pakistani restaurant which was muy excelente. I had to say that in Spanish since it was as close to Urdu as I can get. So it turns out these two women are extremely well-travelled so we talked of various trips here and there and all the sights we had seen. At the end of the evening we agreed that we would all keep in touch. Later I sent them an email with the URL to this, my fantabulous website. So, ladies, if you're reading this, "Greetings! And ahoy, ahoy!" Then as if I hadn't gone to enough partays, we had one at work for my boss's, boss's, boss. Mucho vino was flowing and there was much dipping of salsa as well. And there were cakes and finger sandwiches, etc. Then just yesterday I had yet another little wingding to go to during lunch; a farewell reception for someone I used to work with. So I returned to a place I left five years ago and saw all these people I hadn't seen in years. And they all remembered me! Why? Because I'm JOHNNYLEEN and that means unforgettable. Speaking of unforgettable, go check out SARRRAHJANE's page this week. What won't she do next? That girl has more energy than Krakatoa, East of Java! But I guess you can't live in Vegas and expect to have a dreary, everyday kind of life. Perhaps I should consider moving out there, but then it would take longer to get to Europe on one of my fantabulous jaunts and we can't have that, now can we? On Sunday my personal trainer, a friend of hers, and I all went out for Drunken Brunch Sunday. It was a hoot and since they're both from Ireland, they kept lapsing into a brogue. It wasn't that difficult to follow, but it was kind of funny because her friend sounds just like an American to me. But when he was talking with some other Irish people who came in, the brogue sounded through loud and clear. After many, many cocktails, JOHNNYLEEN realized he was feeling a bit down...a sure sign that he's had too much to drink. So I wandered on home only to find that it was just 7:00 p.m.! Can you believe that? And as I was ravenously wolfing down some Progresso lentil soup, I completely forgot to turn on "The Simpsons". Double damnedly-wamnedly! I had a bit of a scare earlier this week. I went to the dermatologist, whom I call the Sorceress 'cause she works magic, and showed her a mole I had on my arm. She said, "Oh JOHNNYLEEN. We need to take that off, because that type of mole very often becomes malignant." So she zapped it with a laser and put Bacitracin and a bandaid on it. I told her I also have moles on my sack o' fun and that my regular doctor said that's quite common. She agreed, but told me to keep an eye on them. As if! They're so gross-looking that back when I had a libido, I was always nervous that if anyone was being intimate with my sausage of desire, they might see the moles on my sack o' fun. I thought about having her remove them, but I don't relish the thought of walking around with bandaids and Bacitracin on my sack o' fun. Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |