In which FHC reflects back on the official visit

I know that you would really like to hear my final impressions on the official visit but unfortunately this blog is also patronized by children and impressible young NYU students. I’ll just say that i) I was intoxicated most of the time (Proverbs 23:29-30 and 31:4-7 – one of my colleagues told me today “you look like you have been drinking for days”) ; ii) the closest to a mother-daughter moment we experienced in those ten days of alcoholic haze is when I bought some sexually charged underwear at American Apparel on Spring Street (somewhat awkward moment) as well as when I made some smart comment on a cute kid with longish hair going by in the meatpacking district. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank the friends who were very industrious in easing my pain particularly Alex A., Sergio P., Thomas B. and LL who went the extra-mile on this one. My ethnic friends and Frenchbenj will also excuse me for obvious reasons.

I got the opportunity yesterday evening to reflect on the fact that my gauche rapport with my mother accurately mirrors my sexual (some would say emotional but that would be an oxymoron) life: I always end up seeking contentment from the most elusive and ambiguous human relationships. Unrequited attraction or the appearance of it is enough to trigger my interest. This explains why I spent so much energy in my youth on dating dull aloof boys [LL excluded of course even if he too was a brat in the early days] I should only have “befriended (read, f*cked)” as Fagat would say. My biggest turn-on (ok, my second biggest – let’s be fair) must in fact be rejection and I stay blind to all other facts until I obtain what I interpret as full acceptance. Only then, do I realize that I had actually mistaken stupidity or neurosis for detachment. I was wasting my time yesterday when everybody was dancing at the Overkitsch. I sometimes wish that I would also be a mindless wh*re like Fagat instead of such a complex and romantic character.

Now that I am finally all by myself once again, I plan to rent “Santa Claus is a Louse”, repair the physical damage of such a stressful week and maybe get a little merry with some stuff made after an old Russian recipe. As Jimmy Cannon once said: “Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected”. Also myspace very wisely highlighted to me that “You cannot add yourself as a friend” and I placed some Alliance for Lupus Research e-mail in the deleted items before opening it.

Comments

[LL]

But FHC you didn't thank our good friend EB.

If you want we can try to arrange a date for you with Fagat; I'm sure he has many trips planned to DC and has really taken a liking to the French race.

[Fagat]

Oh dear, FHC. You of all people know it's possible to be a whore AND a complex and romantic character.

And anyway, didn't you know December is "Fuck a Frog" month? Everyone we've ever slept with is doing it...

[Surprise F***er]

Only December?