I got some cheeky wee vouchers in work last week so headed round town on Sunday and managed to weed out the original Tales of the City mini series, this one was filmed in San Fran and brought back some wild memories of my holiday there in March. The whole ambience is a lot more relaxed than in NYC and this shows in the miniseries. The books come to life and nothing is raced over or missed from the books, I think it helps that Armistead Maupin was an executive producer aswell and no-one would fuck with his book when he's at the helm. Olympia Dukakis makes me want to step back in time and turn up at 28 Barbary Lane and start a new life with a pot smoking transsexual and a couple of queens!
My work is crazy crazy busy just now and I've got 2 days off in the next 2 or 3 weeks but I'll just have to risk it for a biscuit and cope like a world weary diva! I have this guy's number from the weekend when I went out and I haven't called him, if memory serves he was a bit blah. As I am a bit of a tramp, I naturally unzipped his jeans in the nightclub and had a bit of a tug of his cock and let me tell you, it was wet wet wet with a taste of things to come which always gets me going - I doubt I'll call him but I'm sure it was good fun kissing him, if only I can really remember everything! Now I'm on a detox til Gran Canaria, if I do get up to any mischief I can't use the booze as an excuse for pulling the munters!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
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