February 01, 2021
What do you mean it's February?!
Where did January go?
I don't know if I should be admitting this, but, what the f--k...
I got really drunk last night, as in too drunk to even realize I was really drunk. See, I didn't eat anything except a rather large salad yesterday, and although that might have been enough, given that my appetite was rather supressed, it was also the first time that I did yoga in over two months. Actually it was the first time I did Bikram yoga in almost five years, but I lied and told the instructor that I had been to a "hot" class not too long ago. Bikram is the kind of yoga done in over 100 degree temperature, so that by the end of the class you just want to be naked as you slide down your mat...
anyway, that was a major digression from the point of this story, which really has no point at all except to say that I got really, really drunk - drunker than I had expected to be, or even knew that I was.
I got drunk at the Penthouse Club, where my good friend Candida is giving these woman's salons, and where, I'll be teaching one of them..and yes, I know, no one I know will show up...but anyway, I'll keep me posted...
Carrying on...which is what I do best...literally...uhm, so yeah, I got drunk, like not walking in a straight line drunk, showed up at my friend's house, not being able to get in touch with them (don't you love inpersonal pronouns) I thought I'd have to get my ass back on a train and go home, only to discover that all the doors to their house were open. So I made myself at home in their room, because they were in the other room conducting a meeting, and although they wanted me to meet everyone, I knew I smelled worse than your average five dollar whore, who most definitely smells pretty next to me when I'm that drunk. And since I was right, I didn't want to get to close to other humans.
Eventually I did get close to one human who couldn't get over how bad I smelled. And I found out I called a friend that I didn't remember calling and she said I was wasted. So, I'm off the drinks, at least right now, and still trying to collect myself from the embarrassment caused by overdrinking.
Pheww...
And although I'm bummed that I won't be able to attend any testosterone induced activities this superbowl Sunday, I will be teaching a SEX class at Babeland..so if you happen to hate the superbowl, you could always sign up for my class...the Sexth Sense...
I'll continue to self promote til Sunday...like I said, I'm keeping me posted....