beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first one said to the second one there, I hope you're having fun. After a nice party at the home of Harry the Greek and his wife, at which I met a lot of new people because they have all new friends now, I went home, read the "Band on the Run" book that Harry the Greek gave me (a really terrible account of that best-selling band of the 70s that only Harry the Greek and I truly love anymore, and whatever happened to the Wings newsletter we were going to type up and run off in our spare time?), fell asleep around 3 am, and woke at 7 feeling that something was wrong. Not wrong like someone had died. Wrong like there had been an earthquake or I had slept through a car crash on my street or something. But no, I just had to throw up. What's up with that? I haven't thrown up in years! I'd forgotten that feeling where your mouth gets sweaty. I threw up four times and went back to bed, and I have stayed in bed all day long. I just moved to the couch a couple of hours ago. Was it my enthusiastic consumption of pita chips and hummus with horseradish? It was unbelievably delicious, but I imagine I've never eaten that much horseradish in my life. I had only two drinks, I promise. Was it the TWO kinds of vermouth that Harry the Greek put in my Manhattan? The other day I tried on some pants at TJ Maxx and now I have a rash on the backs of my thighs. I'm just saying, is all. 10:22 p.m. - 2005-05-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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