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ceebeegeeMike had a Caribbean-themed bathing-suit-mandatory party last Saturday. Three words--A Fucking Blast. I wore my yellow Esprit bandeau bathing suit with my tangerine CFMs, plus sparkly gold sunscreen (the ducklings know how much I love thparkles) and a yellow-orange hair clip. Funfunun. I was chagrined to see how little skin was actually showing, and at one point I was flashing Paula to make that point--every time I did this Jason would avert his eyes in a fit of pre-nuptial bashfulness. "What are you doing?" "I...I'm averting my eyes, O Lord." "Well, don't!."
Mike made a really yummy drink with freshly grated nutmeg--so delicious. Paula was fiddling around with drink ingredients as well, and kept offering me tastes. She ended up winning for Best Island Drink--I won for Sexiest Female Suit and Heidi won for Best Winter Tan (Female). We all got half-liters of Captain Morgan's spiced Rum as prizes. More yum. Someone from Company, a guy named Rob whom I'd met before, was also there--dude has quite a tendresse. It's very flattering but in a that's-nice-pat-him-on-the-head way. He actually cracks me up though--he was actually whining for me at the end to give him my phone number. I will say, though, the guy makes a hell of a drink. He whipped up something in the blender that tasted incredible.
I slept on Mike's couch and tiptoed out around 11:30. The funny thing was, I felt fine in his apartment that morning, but as I waited (endlessly) for the bus in the sun, and rode on the bus, and staggered home, I started developing a bad hangover. As in, I actually yakked when I got into my apartment. Ew. Not good. I was able to doze for awhile and felt a little better, and eventually made myself get up and walk downtown, just to enjoy the day.
Mike made a really yummy drink with freshly grated nutmeg--so delicious. Paula was fiddling around with drink ingredients as well, and kept offering me tastes. She ended up winning for Best Island Drink--I won for Sexiest Female Suit and Heidi won for Best Winter Tan (Female). We all got half-liters of Captain Morgan's spiced Rum as prizes. More yum. Someone from Company, a guy named Rob whom I'd met before, was also there--dude has quite a tendresse. It's very flattering but in a that's-nice-pat-him-on-the-head way. He actually cracks me up though--he was actually whining for me at the end to give him my phone number. I will say, though, the guy makes a hell of a drink. He whipped up something in the blender that tasted incredible.
I slept on Mike's couch and tiptoed out around 11:30. The funny thing was, I felt fine in his apartment that morning, but as I waited (endlessly) for the bus in the sun, and rode on the bus, and staggered home, I started developing a bad hangover. As in, I actually yakked when I got into my apartment. Ew. Not good. I was able to doze for awhile and felt a little better, and eventually made myself get up and walk downtown, just to enjoy the day.
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Date: 2004-03-02 10:14 am (UTC)Rob, incidentally, is
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Date: 2004-03-02 12:16 pm (UTC)