beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Happy Veal-entines Day I turned down a little writing gig yesterday, which I seldom do. My friend Don Diner asked me to write a press release announcing that his place is now serving Kobe beef. Now I'm not one to proselytize--I'm a quiet, Jeffersonian vegetarian--but I just couldn't, even though Don is a great guy and I love his restaurant. My quick refusal surprised me, as did my lack of second-guessing afterward. Yay! A wee little moral triumph. I do it for you, Linda McCartney. Go veggie! Go veggie! Go join your gang yeah!
Tonight, Mrs. Parker and the wife of Harry the Greek are hosting an un-Valentines party at a comfy Allston dive. I'm a supporting player, supposedly in charge of decor, but I've subcontracted to the Greyhound. But what I really want to do is build a groping booth. There was one at the event where Nancy Drew and I were live cotton candy cones. You get inside a dark booth, where little speakers are playing taped moans of ecstasy. Outside, spectators/actors put their hands into heavy rubber gloves, which extend Silkwood-style into the booth, and grope you. It's muy delicioso! Virtual kisses and gif files to everyone in Diaryland. 10:41 a.m. - 2003-02-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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