dinner with supermodels
Lastnight, Paul and I went for Cuban food at an amazing little place in the Chueca. Shortly after we arrived, two of the tallest, most impossibly-good-looking people EVER came in... a man and a woman. They were so tall and so perfect looking, Paul and I decided they had to be models. The guy was literally one of the most beautiful people I´ve seen in person. He was wearing a Dolce & Gabbana shirt with Huey, Dewey, and Louey on the front. They took the table in front of ours.
As if that wasn´t enough destruction, they were soon joined by more and more beautiful people. They were all smoking and drinking, and I realized in horror that my jacket, which I had hung on the wall, was now buried in supermodel jackets. I briefly considered leaving it there... passport, wallet, and all.
We had our food (I ate all my carbs, despite what I was looking at), drank our daquiris, and hung around long enough to verify that they did, in fact, eat something (and not just smoke and drink).
Oh, and later lastnight in the Eagle, I met a really nice flight attendant from the States and finally did bad. My mojo´s back, baby! (What is it about me and Europe that I only seem to hook up with Americans?)
As if that wasn´t enough destruction, they were soon joined by more and more beautiful people. They were all smoking and drinking, and I realized in horror that my jacket, which I had hung on the wall, was now buried in supermodel jackets. I briefly considered leaving it there... passport, wallet, and all.
We had our food (I ate all my carbs, despite what I was looking at), drank our daquiris, and hung around long enough to verify that they did, in fact, eat something (and not just smoke and drink).
Oh, and later lastnight in the Eagle, I met a really nice flight attendant from the States and finally did bad. My mojo´s back, baby! (What is it about me and Europe that I only seem to hook up with Americans?)
Comments
so jealous! have fun coocooracha!
BTW. Congrats on being a filthy sex pig! Now you must have some Spanish Bad Part.
Jason what was that bar we went to everynight in Madrid where all the staff knew us and it was kinda like Woody's?
Mloyd did finally have sex. I made sure it happened because there was the flight attendant (who Mloyd had already demonstrated rimming techniques to) and a Colombian guy who wanted him too. I made sure I left so Mloyd would do his "thing"...
Also, Mloyd has not mentioned it, but he was offered a nice three-way the previous evening that he turned down... with a wasted 45-y/o Peruvian guy who was very sorry about "Twin Towers" and a 25 y/o guy who was half Syrian/half Venezuelan named Majit (I called him Majic though). But Mloyd was a scared of making love that night.
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(edited for content and spelling by the blog administrator, her highness Madame Rouge)
Posted by Anonymous to I always win at 11/30/2005 07:30:57 PM