Rachel Tatellio Diary
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December 19, 2006
*opening my diary after returning from Boston*
Dear Diary,
Well, I've really done it now. I flew up to Boston on Saturday morning knowing I'd be spending the night with Jon in his room at the Eliot Suite Hotel. He gave me a backstage pass and I was there standing along side his agent watching Jon light up the cheering crowd.
After the show, Jon insisted on walking out front with me on his arm as the press waited, cameras flashing. This little affair would no longer be a secret. In fact, when we read Lindsay's column the next day, it was right there in black and white. She did sort of apologize for putting it in her column, but since the photos were in the entertainment section, I couldn't blame her.
We spent a wonderful night in his huge fancy suite, doing several things I'd never experienced before, things I just can't even describe in here. What a clever, fascinating man. He returned to New York City and spent Christmas there with me, teaching me something new almost every night. Luckily, my sister, Audrey, spent Christmas with Phil Montzuma so Jon and I had the place to ourselves.
He asked me to come to Vegas with him for New Year's Eve, but I declined, knowing it would be a madhouse there anyway. We did talk on the phone twice, my very first phone sex. Unbelievable!
*closing my diary with a little grin on my face*
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December 13, 2006
*opening my diary after returning from the Four Seasons Hotel*
Dear Diary
I awoke Wednesday morning in a strange bed, feeling a man's arm draped over me. It only took a moment to remember where I was, in Jon Bon Jovi's 49th floor suite in the Four Seasons Hotel. As soon as I moved, I felt his hand cup my breast.
"Good Morning, sexy," he said in that smooth soft voice of his.
It was an hour later before we finally ordered breakfast in bed, Belgian waffles with strawberries. Jon had to shower and dress quickly because he had to make his flight to Boston, the next stop on their tour. I lay there naked in bed watching him as he dressed, one very handsome and sexy man.
He leaned over and kissed me goodbye, saying he'd already paid for the room and I could stay as long as I chose. He said Boston was the last stop until next year and he'd try and get back to New York for Christmas if that met with my approval. Of course, I said yes.
Then he was gone, leaving me there wondering where this might lead. Do I tell anybody what happened, or just sit on my hands waiting to find out if he's really coming back, or if I was just another one night stand for this wild rock singer? What will I ever tell Mike?
I finally crawled out of bed, went in the huge bathroom, removed my diaphragm and stepped in the shower where the steaming hot water washed away the final traces of my wild escapade.
I managed to find my clothing which was left as a trail from the living room sofa to the bed last night. Remembering the way we had undressed each other on the way back initiated those little tingles throughout my body again.
I dressed in my black lace panties, high heels and stared at myself in the full length mirror, my small breasts hosting two very erect little nipples. What do men see in me? Obviously something I never see.
I slipped back into last night's wrinkled black skirt and matching black blouse, grabbed my purse, and as quietly as possible took the elevator down, walked quickly through the lobby and hailed a cab home.
When I turned on my computer to add this to my diary, I saw the email from Jon. It was short, but sent chills through my body. He repeated his promise to return to New York City for Christmas if I wanted him to return. He hoped that last night wasn't just a one night stand for me. My response was simple, "Yes, you damn well better get back here." I punched the send key and fired off my response.
What might this lead to? Who the hell knows, but the change in my life was now in motion.
*closing my diary with a little grin on my face…. he was coming back*
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October 20, 2006
*writing in my diary for the first time in ages*
On Tuesday night I met Mike at the Four Seasons bar for the first time since his council seat campaign began. It was nice sharing a drink, knowing we'd wind up sleeping together for the first time in over a month.
He laughed when I simply said, "You place or mine?"
He chose his place and his hands were all over me as soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb. I kept trying to at least have my clothes still on when we reached the Plaza hotel five blocks away. I managed to re-adjust my dress while he paid the cabbie so I looked at least presentable when he helped me out of the back seat of the taxi.
He had a bottle of my favorite Kendall Jackson chardonnay ready and waiting and lit a fire, both in the fireplace and quickly in me. We did it on the sofa, then again in his bed. He's just as talented there as he is he is in his job. I love him dearly.
*closing my diary with a click as it locks… tucking it away in my desk*
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July 19, 2006
Last night I visited with Diego, explaining why I'd shut down the Creative Arts theatre for a few weeks. He's very supportive and understood my logic.
Since I was over in Queens, I decided to stop in Mahoney's Irish Pub in Brooklyn before heading back to Manhattan. Sure enough Jack McClennan was there, just sitting at the bar so we chatted as bit. Ella Ricci showed up with Richard Stewart and I heard just enough of their conversation to realize those two scallywags must have sneaked in a public pool in the Upper West Side to skinny dip.
Two other gentlemen were there sitting right next to me, Lucas and Enos I think they said their names were. Lucas manages a Jaguar automobile dealership in New Jersey. I have no idea what the more secretive guy does for a living.
Denny Mahoney was on his way in as I was leaving so he helped me hail down a taxi.
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May 27, 2006
What started out as a dare on Wednesday night, turned into a nice evening with both Barry Watters and Mike Miller on Friday night. I met Barry at the Four Seasons Supper Club around 9:00 pm as planned. We took the corner booth and talked. I insisted on seeing his wallet, just to be damn sure he was at least 18 years old, since he's only a freshman at Columbia.
His driver's license told me he's 19, so I could never be arrested for playing with a minor. 34 year old women have to be careful, you know. I also wanted to be sure he could afford our dinner and the bottle of Kendall Jackson chardonnay I ordered.
I sort of joked about the condom I stumbled on in there, saying I was sure that was there just in case he bumped into one of those female college students I've seen hovering around this cute, handsome, long haired, young man. Sure, I admit he's what Lindsay calls eye candy, but this was just a dinner date, period.
I was dancing with Barry when Mike Miller walked in wearing an obviously fake moustache. It was all I could do not to bust out laughing. When the piano player reached the end of the song, and Barry headed for the restroom, I walked over to the bar, took a seat next to Mike and asked him what the hell he was doing.
He laughed and said he was merely protecting his "turf". When Barry returned, I insisted on taking Mike with us back to the booth where he sat on my side of the table. They wound up talking a lot and I'm sure Mike no longer considers Barry a threat.
I did have a little trouble getting to sleep that night though. Eye candy can be very tempting!
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May 21, 2006
On Sunday morning I went running in Central Park with Audrey. We went home, showered changed clothes and headed for the Palm Court where we enjoyed brunch together with Lindsay and Gino. Gino met is there to help us take Audrey over to her new dorm where she could settle in.
This was a mixed male and female dorm for the law students which included a small law library and study room where they could meet and compare notes.
I left Audrey in Gino's capable hands as he took her on a tour of New York City the rest of the day. I could tell they hit things off pretty well and I know from personal experience that Gino Caruso is a decent guy. Not that he's beyond trying to get in her pants, but she's twenty-two and certainly old enough to make her own decisions.
I returned to my Carnegie Hill penthouse and spent the rest of the day working on scripts for some upcoming plays.
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May 20, 2006
Yesterday afternoon I picked up my 22 year old sister, Audrey, at the JFK airport and brought her home to stay at my place. She wants to apply for law school at Columbia and Diego agreed to set up a meeting with Dean Anderson.
Diego picked us up around noon in his limo and took is over to Dean Anderson's residence near the university. The meeting went very well and after looking over Audrey's data and interviewing her in private while Diego and I waited out front, he accepted her request.
Audrey will be moving into one of the dorms this weekend. I told her she's always welcome to stay in my guest room, too, but she knows I still need my "private time". She said that she'd always call before coming over.
After Diego bought our lunch at the Four and dropped us off at the Hill, we sat down and had a long talk. Our mother, Joyce, took us both aside when I went home for Easter, deciding it was time to tell us both the truth.
I knew mom had taken a Mediterranean cruise with three girlfriends in November of 1982 about ten years after I was born. We were both shocked to learn that after only really ever knowing one man, my father, mom had been seduced by one of the cruise attendants, a quite handsome Frenchman named Andre Dupont.
She said she let her curiosity get the best of her and Andre sure new all the tricks. He told her he would give her the famous "day after pill" as he took her unprotected in her cruise ship quarters bed. The pill turned out to be nothing but an aspirin tablet, something she learned too late as she was disembarking the ship. Yes, Audrey was the result, which explains her dark raven hair.
Mom said she admitted her one indiscretion to Bill several years later, and he accepted it and always treated Audrey as his own. I was angry at first, but Audrey sort of took it in stride. She said she understood female curiosity, saying she'd succumbed to a handsome high school football player, in much the same fashion. And since mom never really had been with another man before dad, she could understand why mom was an easy target.
I chose not to share my first affair, but I did forgive mom and we agreed to move on.
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May 18, 2006
The other night at the Four Seasons club I pointed out Anthony Terriali to Diego. It was sort of fun watching them try to maintain the upper hand between them. Mila came in shortly after the banter began and smoothed things down a bit. Diego took them both upstairs to continue the meeting in private.
Barry Watters popped up at the Four this week, too. I assumed he was planning to meet up with Tiffany Farina, but it turned out he was alone for the evening. I was waiting for Mike Miller, but he was late as usual so when Barry asked me to dance to the nice soft piano music, I accepted.
He's a very smooth dancer and he soon had my spinning under his arm, each time drawing me back tighter to his body. I sensed, no I felt, the rising tension as the dance was turning more into a courtship of sorts. Okay, he was physically hitting on me. Luckily, Gino left the bar to his female bartender partner and cut in to ease me away from Barry.
As the song ended and Gino escorted me back to the bar, Mike Miller walked in and we left. Somehow, I doubt if this will be the last I see of Barry. Barry claims that Tiffany knows that he's playing the field, but I'd rather not piss off my theater boss, Diego, if I can help it. I need to discuss this with Lindsay at my first opportunity
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May 2, 2006
This morning was pretty interesting. The surprise knock at my door turned out to be Chloe Barrow, the daughter of that Blanche Barrow that I found murdered in the penthouse apartment where I now reside.
Chloe is here in New York City, hoping to find out who really killed her mother five years ago. We shared a glass of wine while she told me what little she learned recently regarding the death of her mom. Chloe has no idea who her real father was and spent years being sent off with relatives while her mother made a living as a prostitute.
As I understand it, Blanche came to the Big Apple and negotiated a deal with Michael Corleone, one where she would open her own call girl operation in Manhattan. She hired a few of the better prostitutes in the city and set up work, hoping to garner some top politicians, business men and labor leaders as her clients. Much like what Heidi Fleiss built up in Hollywood.
I called Lt. Joe Friday for Chloe and he agreed to meet with her at the 5th Precinct. He was in charge of the Blanche Barrow murder case, which was closed as a cold case. He agreed to reopen it and discuss it with Chloe, but he'll advise her to just drop it and go back to Oklahoma.
Joe is sure that one of the pimps she swiped a high quality prostitute from probably killed her in revenge. Those types of murders are common and it's hard to find the pimp. Nobody wants to talk about it, and Joe's sure Blanche was working for that mobster.
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September 18, 2005
Last night turned out to be a wild affair. Lindsay and I met Gino at the Four Seasons and agreed to do a little bar hopping. We never got past ETAH where we drank a few beers and danced with the nice little crowd.
That's when Lindsay said she had a movie at her place that we just had to see. We took a taxi to the Plaza and Gino picked up another six pack of beer and some chips. The movie was in French, but you didn't really have to read the subtitles to know what was going on. It was all about a young French woman being trained by an experienced French baron and his wife in their mansion.
I sat in her recliner while Gino and Lindsay used the sofa. It was a strange erotic scene that triggered our actions. The baron and the baroness taught Ellie how to enjoy masturbation. The baron and his wife shared the sofa in front of a burning fireplace and Ellie was in a huge overstuffed chair.
Yes, Lindsay lit her fireplace in advance and obviously located us strategically! The effect was amazing. As the scene in the movie progressed, Lindsay lifted her skirt and slipped her hand down there. Gino unzipped and removed his play toy. I sort of laughed at first, but it was just too exotic to resist. We all watched each other get off, and never touched each other.
Gino left right after the movie, offering to drop me off at the Hill, but I declined. I'd slept safely before in Lindsay's bed and I was exhausted. We lay there in our undies and talked for over an hour. Lindsay told me that Maddie really was pregnant and she insists that Josh is the father. Lindsay promised Maddie not to put that in her column this week, leaving Maddie time to talk with Ben.
In the morning she loaned me running shorts and a tee shirt and we headed for Central Park to work out. Mary was there, of course, and it was a comfortable 77 degrees. I stopped at my place, showered, dressed and headed for the Palm Court for our normal brunch.
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August 2, 2005
I spent Saturday night at Mike Millers place watching Splangish on DVD. He joined us for brunch at the Palm Court for brunch on Sunday. Lindsay got stood up by Jack Rasco on Saturday night, but showed up at brunch on Sunday with a Columbia student named Richard Stewart, a handsome young stud 10 years her junior. Apparently, they met at the Four Seasons where she was waiting for Rasco and Richard took over as her dinner date.
We ran this morning and her only comment regarding robbing the cradle was, "Try it, you'll like it. They aren't as experienced but they do have staying power."
Lindsay said that Jack Rasco showed up at the courtroom where Brittany Murphy was sentenced to 31 years in prison. He apologized profusely, saying a Rasco board meeting lasted long into the night last Saturday. Lindsay made him pay by buying both her and Trina DeMarco a bottle of wine at the Four. She left early to meet with Diego, but she left Rasco there with Trina.
Tomorrow night I'll be directing Friends - Phoebe's Dad at my Creative Arts Theatre.
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July 28, 2005
I won $5000 in the numbers lottery when 555 came up today. Diego asked me to come over and pick up the cash. He even hosted a nice bottle of my favorite Kendall Jackson chardonnay in his office.
I jokingly accused him of trying to get me drunk and have his way with me. He laughed, cracked a few jokes and said he knows I belong to Mike Miller. I reminded him that Mike and I aren't engaged and certainly have no plans in that direction. He said as long as I kept Mike happy, Diego was happy and the Genovese continue to get most of the Manhattan work.
I joked back, saying I wasn't one of his infamous call girls.
I did offer to let him keep the money, since he'd forked up a lot of up front money to purchase and fix up the Creative Arts Theatre for me to use. He said it was a wise investment and we can just continue to share the profits there.
He had Jason drive me back home in his limo since I was carrying all the cash. I made Jason stop at Citibank where I had it changed from five $1000 bills into smaller bills. I intend to lay it all out on my bed tonight and roll around in it. Jason offered to help me, but I declined.
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Sunday Night Fling
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May 16th 2005
After already drinking a little too much wine, and a wild night with Mike Miller at his place, instead of going straight home I decided to go to drop in the Elbourt Tavern for one more glass of Kendall Jackson.
I was sure that Arky might still be there completing his shift. I found Fred Harris there with Jack Dekker, discussing God knows what. Jack was that wild character that took me out to dinner once upon a time. Yes, at a Burger King!
I guess my clothing was a little rumpled and a couple buttons were missing on my blouse. I better not let Mike help me out like that again when we hadn't seen each other for a few weeks. At any rate they were teasing me about the way I had to hold the blouse closed. Fred and I were negotiating the fee for a peek. Just a joke, of course, because everybody knows Rachel wouldn't do a think like flashing them.
Arky offered me a rose, trying to work that into the barter, but I declined and told him to pour me another glass of wine. I tried to pay him, but he stuck my fiver back in the pocket on my blouse. Yeah, right, Arky. I was still sober enough to know a grope when I felt one.
Marcus came in a little later, followed by that same singer/dancer I'd seen at Mahoney's Saturday night. At least she sure took the heat of me, singing and dancing in that sexy little outfit she wears. After teasing all the men, she walked out with green backs tucked in everywhere.
Her name is Jamie Peterson and I wonder if her hubby knows she slips out late at night like that.
