May 14, 2006
*sitting in my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill I opened up my private journal*
This morning I took a taxi over to Diego's nice brownstone mansion and shared lunch and a bottle of wine with him. I filled him in on my meeting late Saturday night with that Anthony Terriali of D'Amelio Properties, Ltd. It turns out that Mila must have a thing for this Tony, as she calles him, so he's not paying for her "services".
I pressed him as hard as I could, but he pretty much ignored me when I mentioned the piers. He did give me his business card with a phone number and I told him to expect a call from Diego.
I also told Diego about Stephen, the guy Rachel introduced me to on Saturday morning, the guy I intend to possibly hire as a masseuse and a male escort for Big Apple Escorts. He jokingly asked me if the guy was any "good". I just laughed and suggested he ask Lindsay since she took Stephen home to "dust" a few things for her.
Diego just smiled. poured me my 5th glass of wine and later took me upstairs to "sleep it off" in his bed. He is quite talented in the sack, I have to admit that much.
*closing my journal with a smile, locking it and putting it away.
