The need to distract gorgeously tanned LL from buying hideous pseudo-mayan artifacts (I know that Mexican are tacky, I dated one myself but there is limits to bad taste – even South of the hemisphere), braiding his hair (everyone braid his hair here, Drew himself would probably braid it), or bonding with bikini-wearing whales was becoming imperative and we decided to organize a sailing outing for the afternoon.
As LL and I were leading the small catamaran that LL insisted on naming The Darrow (he also kept on describing it smugly as a yatch but then didn’t he go to Yale ?) with the past memories of our respective experiences as golden star effeminate junior camper and a butch marine scout, we ran into a screaming moving human form in the water (I actually noticed it btw). We maneuvered impeccably and ended up dragging on the boat a humongous guy from Kentucky who explained breathless that he had been marinating in these waters for ten minutes after having lost his own catamaran that he sadly pointed out to us sailing by itself in the horizon. As I am quite slow to understand made-in-america foolishness, I innocently asked him how he managed to fell on the boat while LL was engaging The Darrow to pursue the lost vessel like Admiral Ney would have. Well, the guy (still from Kentucky, USA may I add) explained to me all cheerful now that he actually had not fallen from it but jumped from it to get “freshened up” (I quote…it is all real…it happened today). I rose calmly a very British eyebrow and left LL engage in a relaxed conversation about the yuan devaluation with our fried Kentucky fellow while we navigated perfectly pursuing at high speed the nervous frigate that actually was carrying on board “his Gatorade” (as he told us proudly). After 20 minutes we finally managed to reach it, pushed the bushy-tailed-bright-eyed moron on it and left insensitive to the fact that he was probably going to die of a cardiac arrest in the following minutes as the whole adventure had left him shaken. Afterwards, LL regretted that we did not mention his inconsistent life had been saved by fags.
I guess our heroism is sufficient enough to constitute my only entry for today. Shall I add that I earned myself a golden star on e-bay ? that Alex A. was complimenting me today on the “magnificent views and faaabulous company” after having shamed me for choosing such a popular destination for my vacations (not everybody can be a bichiña Alex but I’ll let you comment on it by logging into friendster), Kevin A. announces that he “leaves HRC to get an MBA at GW” (let’s hope they’ll teach him words that are not acronyms). My last point will be that legendary and beloved gay icons like Rubben (50th go away party this week), Wess or Ashley have sadly announced their departures for months and yet never seem to leave to DC, is that another marketing trick ? The only one that left was this Nation's guy, Jeremy, but if I remmeber well they paid him to leave.
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