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Rachel Tatellio Journal
« on: July 28, 2005, 04:36:04 PM »
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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Re: Rachel Tatellio Journal
« Reply #1 on: August 02, 2005, 09:16:34 AM »
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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Re: Rachel Tatellio Journal
« Reply #2 on: September 18, 2005, 08:53:51 AM »
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.