So, it wasn't "six o'clock already" when I woke up from the middle of a dream. I wasn't kissing Valentino by an Italian steam either, but it was 7:40 and I totally had to be at work by 8 and it takes me twenty five minutes to get there and so I was late.
But really, what I was thinking is...who's down for a condo in P-town this summer? I mean really, drag queens, burlesque shows, CHEAP MARC JACOBS STORE and me doing kareoke with the queens at Governor Bradford's? What could be better? We can all drink lots of alcohol, lounge on the beach, wear leather vests over no shirts and eat well over priced tofu at that place above the African place. It's usually a Kevin and I excursion but we can invite you this time. T and H and Finn will be around...it'll be like the best summer idea ever. I mean what else do we have to do, pool partie's at Jeanne and Pete DeMichele's and sweating? I'm organizing now so we can get a good cheap place. No one complain they are poor...I just don't want to hear it.
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