
Of course, nothing short of death stops a good time and it is actually heretical in a town like this to even think you couldn't pull through. I have been reminded that one simply can't drop out on something Henrietta has spent $750 on tickets for, let alone the weeks spent planning the outfits, my need to coordinate all transportation, blah, blah, blah. I guess there is always some pill available, but that leaves out drinking, and THAT's a real horror.
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Ouch! I feel your pain. I fell down an 'up' escalator last Sunday. Still looking at cuts and ugly bruises. Advil and scotch help!
Any pill with any alcohol helps, but I do have to stay on my feet tonight....so I guess I'll just have a drink now :-)
Can't you procure a wheelchair trimmed in albino mink?
I wish I was there to see all that mocha boyskin against the clean, pressed, white.
Love.
What? And get PETA on my case?
And, you have such a poetic way of saying you want to see Leopoldo in his Papi white undies.....
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