Randomness again
Found gekko (plural M actually) on the veranda(r) today. Was accused of being british again. Smoked shisha(r) and marlbouro again and accompanied it with some stella(r) again. Not to mention the port-wine (i swear i am a hundred year old trapped in a twelve year old body). Ate nothing but falafel (dual) and zoomed into the findingmyself mode. One of those days that are so long it feels like a week, but then again it feels like a good week. Realising that whatever my experience tells me that some people might belong together, and that timing was never my strongest side. Wishing i had a gay friend. A superqueen i could curl up against who'd love my shoes and be my trophyman whenever Gaston had a life to live.
Camille signed her contract for a Zamalek-flat vis-a-vis Rae with two Belgium people that i've decided to like when i meet them. I had a cool time with Elin and Adam at a cornercafè after the superracistic treatement Camille and i got when we tried to order food at a restaurant here in Agouza around Iftar, and then glued myself to Rae and the pleasent blokes she hung out with.
*note to self; don't visit local restaurant anymore.
Camille signed her contract for a Zamalek-flat vis-a-vis Rae with two Belgium people that i've decided to like when i meet them. I had a cool time with Elin and Adam at a cornercafè after the superracistic treatement Camille and i got when we tried to order food at a restaurant here in Agouza around Iftar, and then glued myself to Rae and the pleasent blokes she hung out with.
*note to self; don't visit local restaurant anymore.
posted by BohemianMemoirs at 3:38 a.m.
2 Comments:
How good to be called by my "nom de prefèrance". I've been d/l-ing several episodes of a brilliant (to my taste) series called "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" lately, made presumably somewhere along the 80s by some british broadcaster of some wellknown name. I had a peculiar incident at the Penguin "club" today, whereas I had the pleasure of having the following passiar/introduction with/to another chap: Me: "Hi - /Gaston/". Him: Yes, that's me. What's your name?"
And if you get my drift, and of course know how I usually introduce myself, you would understand this was rather spectacular. I've never in my life before been introduced directly to another person with "my" name, and of course, nor had he. The situation that occured when I had to explain to him that we have the same name, was mildly amusing at one point to which my copain had to interfere and explain the matter.
I really just wrote to say that you know I'll always be there to be your "femme fatale". At least so to speak, but I'll give you that it is always good with a sweet transvestite on the side, non ;)?
Truly yours, Gaston.
Oh, dear. Let me stress "on the side". My main dish is just seven hours old, so don't move to transylvania just yet.
I'm very exited about the co-naming. Oh yes indeed very much so.
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