Friday Night was a very lonely night, with James working late in the office and heading over to Miss Kitty's for the night; so her errands could be completed early. We will be headed to South Beach on Monday Morning and have a jam packed weekend ahead to prepare; Birthday Party, Broadway and a Dinner Party (How else would you prepare for South Beach). So I cleaned the house on this dark and stormy night, with the thunder claps outside and the lights eerily flicking. (No none of that happened, but I thought I'd try my hand at the Suspense/Horror genre. I just did laundry and loaded the dish washer. (See, not as interesting).
Saturday morning rolled around and I headed right off to my chores. I did my best to find my inner Edna Turnblatt because I had some Irrr-ning to do, after working so hard to get the stains out of my Petite-pants. (If you didn't get the reference watch Hairspray:The Musical or The sad interpretation of a great Broadway Musical, But I Digress). Well, the one gene I did not get from my Mother was the ironing gene; which I would gladly have exchanged with the mentally off-balanced gene which I did inherit. So 3 hours later, I completed about 12 items and finally threw the towel in. I can only hope that a neat freak of a burglar breaks in while we're gone and can't resist finishing my dainties! I straightened the house some, before it was time to get ready for my Nephew Sean's Birthday Party. I arrived promptly at 3, but had this nagging feeling that I forgot something. Well 20 minutes later, I was reminded of what I forgot by a simple phone call, It was James waiting for me to pick him up. OOPS-A-DAISY, I flew over to Miss Kitty's and collected James. By the time we arrived back we only had 20 minutes to stay and I lost my good parking spot. You can imagine which upset me more! Hey a good parking spot is worth its weight in gold. Of course if they were proper hosts they would have had scantily clad, swarthy, young, toned Valets at our service. Okay, I'm drooling on my laptop, so time to change the subject. James quickly critiqued their wine (Last time he didn't approve and poured it down the sink; but in his defense Heinz ketsup moved faster. James approved of the wine and did speed chatting with all the guests. We had to leave at 3:45 so James could make a train to the city. He was heading in to hang with his Homie Homo, Rich and would meet up later at the theater. I then headed home took care of Sparky, cleaned some more and then worked my body into a fine work of art. It was a Picasso, but Hey it's still Art!
I was all ready and awaited the arrival of my dearest, bitterest friends; "Mustang" John, Artsy- Fartsy, and Cha Cha La Buca, who has rewritten the book on being fashionably late. Artsy was going to wear the same shirt I did but opted not to. Thank God, we would have looked like twins and I already have one of them. We then started our own private journey into the city for "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" at the Palace theater. What a Blast!!!!! It was so good "Mustang" John gave it a "No Snores" rating, which is just like the star rating system, just in reverse. The lead Lei Girl, Bernadette channels her inner Susan Sullivan (For you Lay People, Dharma's Mother and Castle's Mother and if you are still lost Mustang John guffaws in your direction)., and the eye candy alone is enough to hold your attention. The opera glasses came in handy. And in case you worry about leaving your boa at home, they sell them at the concession stand. James and I are being stalked by this couple we know as Dave and The Freeloader, and sure enough they too were at the show. I wonder if they know, Yenta Eddie? But the Show is a must see if you just want to laugh; and pay close attention to Tinky Winky and the Pelvic Thrusts of the Polish Lesbian Bar Owner. After the show Cha Cha did a impromptu fashion show on Broadway, we then relaxed over a cocktail. Well, we relaxed until the bill came. At the parking garage was a whole other experience with 2 Snookie wanna-bes arguing with the attendant that they called ahead for their car, and since it wasn't ready they shouldn't have to pay. Could they truly be that dumb? I guess that pissed the attendant off (Ya Think) so they were still waiting as we got in our car with our usual boisterous flair. Snookie That!
Sunday morning was a day of rest for me while James went to work and cleared off his desk for our trip to South Beach. We then headed to dinner at Guy Anthony's restaurant, where we rated an invite to dine with "Yenta" Eddie. We were late enough to make a grand entrance, to find out we weren't special enough to rate a private viewing. We love the other guys; Mitch, John, Anthony and our new friend Ray, but aren't we Special enough for some one on one time? Guess Eddie is just to popular to spread himself thin. We did have a lovely evening, and with Eddie's reputation Guy himself served the cocktails. When told he made a sexy waitress, He didn't bat an eye when he turned and said "From this table that's a compliment".
Well tata for now, Once again sorry for the back-up, but like the Gastro-intestinal guy told me, In a Few days the S#@t will be flowing.
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