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Wed 12 Jul, 2006 08:07 pm
I am sitting in the Chelsea Bar waiting, still waiting for the Prince to call me.
Okay, I'm standing now because the bar's computer is on this high desk-like easel thing, I'm typing away and sipping on my eleventh Martini and it's after midnight and I haven't heard a thing from him.
I hope he is okay. It's Tuesday.
He was supposed to meet me on Monday.
I hope he arrives soon because I only had enough money to pay for the first four martinis and I was hoping to snag a couple of bucks.
Yea! the American league won.
I've been here since Monday. It's alright they stay open all the time
they just can't serve any martinis at breakfast.
I didn't want one anyway.
I wanted some orange juice.
I think I fell asleep for awhile.
Do you think there are more calories in the jumbo olives or the onions?
Has anyone seen the Prince?
If I put a poll up about the olives, I am going to vote for the olives because I believe in loyalty.
Miriam the barmaid oops, she a bartender, sorry Miriam, just got back with some more orange juice.
Someone have the Prince call my phone.
It's in my pocket.
Joe(right by my empty wallet)Nation
I got an email from him overnight. I'll see if I can get through to his Blackberry thingie. Your number's still the same, I hope.
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errr, are we off by a day?
chest a sec, lez see, yup, this is me alright.
uh, oh, they are taking me to another bar to help sweep up becuz I just told them about the no money thing.
It's in
Wait here.
I'll be back.
J
he's a couple hundred miles west of you now, JoeN.
just heard from him. phone's on the fritz, and he's on the next leg of his trip.
I have to publicly apologize - My phone was wonky while I was in NY and I did not have access to a2k as well. I had a horrible business dinner on Monday and since Joe mentioned he could do only Monday, I could not contact or meet him after that.
I am sorry to have missed the NY crowd. But I will be back, and this time will spend the weekend - so we can have a proper gathering....
Does this mean I have to quit my job at the Chelsea Grill? The two barmaids and I are about to sign a lease on the apartment upstairs after the wildest party I have ever been to.
There were thirty two very gay men, Rachel and Angelika and poor little straight guy me.
Lots of heavy dancing and they forced me to perform in a play called "The Shepherd Comes Upon His Two Lost Sheep in the Forest."
I kept missing my entrance. The girls said the wooly blanket they were wearing made them itch and Forrest kept making me laugh.
We missed you.
Joe(It is not true that champagne tastes better when drunk from a ladies slipper, or, in this case, a lady's New Balance 930.)Nation
Joe Nation wrote:Does this mean I have to quit my job at the Chelsea Grill? The two barmaids and I are about to sign a lease on the apartment upstairs after the wildest party I have ever been to.
There were thirty two very gay men, Rachel and Angelika and poor little straight guy me.
Lots of heavy dancing and they forced me to perform in a play called "The Shepherd Comes Upon His Two Lost Sheep in the Forest."
I kept missing my entrance. The girls said the wooly blanket they were wearing made them itch and Forrest kept making me laugh.
We missed you.
Joe(It is not true that champagne tastes better when drunk from a ladies slipper, or, in this case, a lady's New Balance 930.)Nation
You can go to hell for not sharing, Joe.
Keep that in mind!
You are so right.
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Folks, I told Frank I had to go the theatre. He said he had an early golf game.
He never asked why I was carrying the half-gallon of Wesson Oil and the roll of plastic sheets.
Joe(roll music)Nation
Joe Nation wrote:You are so right.
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Folks, I told Frank I had to go the theatre. He said he had an early golf game.
He never asked why I was carrying the half-gallon of Wesson Oil and the roll of plastic sheets.
Joe(roll music)Nation
Shyt.
I thought it had something to do with the "save the whales" crap you've been peddling!
Okay...from now on, I'm on my toes.
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