FHC: I just can’t believe Ben T. and John J. are that popular these days…
Kevin D.: They are not popular. They just go out a lot. It’s like malaria: it happens a lot but nobody would think of describing it as popular.
As the upcoming week-end is going to be quite busy between our sailing lessons, Fagat’s visit and LL’s unbelievable social life, I chose to have a very low key Friday. After having my hair - or what’s left of it - shortened at the grooming Lounge, I participated to the Celebrity Homosexual Luncheon on Connecticut ave. which included today a very horny Kevin D., a sleeveless Michael G. and lawyerly Carlos U. I spent most of the lunch lamenting over the long lost good old days of Washington, DC group sex: why o why is the cheerful habit of sexo collectivo frowned upon so?. We then went to Francis Pool, where I read the beginning of Pamela Harriman unofficial biography while glancing at Grégoire’s impressive package, something Pamela H. would probably not have disapproved in her time as we all know she died at the Ritz in Paris while having sex with a rent boy. I am now going for a run shirtless before LL returns for work. I suggest you reflect on this quotation (via Daved A.): “No! I would rather have my babies burn -- BURN! -- than be saved by that gay fireman!” as well as the fact that I apparently owe $3,915 to my credit card company. Oh and yes, I had a name tag on my jacket all night long yesterday night.
None of Kevin D's friends frown on sexo collectivo - I thought that's why you all went to the pool in the first place.
Posted by: LL | Friday, June 30, 2006 at 05:13 PM
just to be fair--my friends go to the pool to have sexo collectivo with fabrice's friends who lurk in the showers there.
Posted by: kevin d. | Friday, June 30, 2006 at 07:38 PM