What was suppose to be a quiet lunch turned into a gathering of femmes fatales. Rachel, the playwright, and the new Editor for Vogue..Carly Carpenter would have been sufficient but then another friend of Rachel’s .. kay spelled with a small ‘k’ .. joined the table also. To my surprise Ella came in and I invited her to join all of us. The chatter was rather one sided except for kay who seemed to delight in throwing barbs at me and giving me very seductive looks. Carly offered Ella a photo shoot..I do hope she takes it. Ella seems at crossroads right now, I hope she’ll make good decisions .. she is a Dear.
I’m surprised how many of these ladies have such poor dietary habits. All choose sugar to sweeten their beverages. It’s painful for me to watch that substance entering such beautiful bodies. But I must remember, I can’t save the world.
I’m still smarting from the waitress hitting me in the head with her tray. What an oaf. But.. a rather well endowed oaf. I wonder if they were natural or if she was medically enhanced? There certainly wasn’t any room in her bra for secreting the rather large tip I gave her. Tip as in money..oh Peter you have such a dirty mind.
Rachel played a game … a statement or topic that we were to comment about. The first was something about the invention that might have the most impact in this decade. Of all things Carly names some new condom and and several of the ladies commented “oh yes…I’ve tried those…just marvelous!" God I’m not sure I fit in with this feminine enlightenment stuff.
On the way back to my apartment, I was stopped by a rather attractive female who bluntly ask what my relationship might be with Judge Gamble. I was taken back by her directness and persistence in trying to find out any information. The very disturbing part of this encounter was that she took of a shoe and massaged her toes. It was all I could do to stay focused on what this intrusion was all about. She even invited me back to her apartment to discuss her question. Peter, can you imagine how that may have played out? No..those piggies will have to wait. I’ve emailed Helen about this.
