In which FHC gets to go out one last time

I ended up 10 days of subtly calculated debauchery by going to Clint M./Eric M.’s birthday drinks. The concept of the party was that everyone had to bring the slimmest woman he could find as a guest (not an easy task around here as you know). Carlos F won the contest but I think his female friend did not speak English and might have been a meth addict. Everybody was a little overdressed which was very festive in a seasonal kind of way. One guy had a Mohawk but wasn’t a punk and there were at least seven afro-American males (but no asian) and one Mormon who frowned when I told him I had read “Under the banner of heaven” (right before I started Pamela H’s biography…so in 2003 or something). The bartender was very cute, albeit a little on the wired side, and there was about 50% of DC gay superlative Real Estate nobility (some looked as if they had been overexposed in local magazines). I developed a 15 minutes idle crush on some WH staffer who vaguely reminded me of a young Bret Easton Ellis and later on another one who was very Ryan Lozarish and was wearing something which looked like a fuschia satin jacket. I did not make out with Ben T. because Alex G. was there but I told everybody about my 1992 liaison with Clint M. I enjoyed meeting the elegant Eric M. particularly when he bemoaned NYC. I also tried to look interesting by sucking in my cheeks and keeping a sweater under my tweed jacket (which incidentally was matching my graying hair but nobody noticed) until I overheated because of Thomas B.’s arrival. Kevin W. attacked the buffet and then disappeared in the restrooms with older men for several extended period of time during the course of the evening. We eventually ended up at the Diner where my behavior went completely berserk.

Mummy dearest is on the plane and I am starting to think about all these togas party I’ll miss over the week-end. Also I have been staring at this new picture of Ryan all day. Last but not least, I’d appreciate if our friends in Spain be a little more discreet when we try to get information on LL’s latest sexual conquistadores. We would really not want to have to divulgate details on their staph infections in this blog. Thank you.

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[Old Fagat]

Aw. You may have landed in our hearts, FHC, but you have to remember LL got there first...