HALLOWEEN...on the Forbes yacht!
BOO!! Tonight's spooky festivities were, in my mind, so "big" that I really don't have the words to properly convey how great it was. In short, thanks to Hungarian Angelina, I spent 3 hours on the Forbes yacht...sailing around Manhattan while drinking and eating to my heart's content. My outfit? "SONNY BONO...AFTER HE HIT THE TREE." Inspiration comes so randomly. This year's costume originally was leaning toward Mr. Furley until I came into the possession of multiple skis and poles just 5 days ago. 70s clothing + one ski and one pole + some face makeup & fake blood = the costume that came to be. Another instant classic if you ask me. Ask about my cock...costume of the past, that is.
But back to the Forbes yacht. Well, it's late, i'm rather beat after a VERY long day, and again, words can't convey. SO...well, it was great...fantastic...surreal...an extravagance I could never imagine, but definitely could get used to...quickly. My 2 shots were yummy, my amaretto on the rocks was smooth, ass-kicking perfection, and my Corona was sublime while lounging on the deck on a 65 degree, balmy Night of Terror. The food was excellent, too. And the Macanudo cigar! And free magazines and postcards. And candy! Shoulda stolen some soap or something, though. But that would be taking advantage. The hired help...all courteous and friendly. EVERYthing was ideal. But what struck you most was simply the combined magnificence of SUCH a view from SUCH a vantage point. And THAT you had to be there for. For 3 glorious hours, I didn't have a worry in the world...though solitary, on-deck gazing with liquor in your hand certainly inspires much thinking. Just one of those experiences where, if you're smart, you're just overwhelmed with desperately trying to be "in the moment" and appreciate what's happening, because it WAS something special that a lot of people never experience in their lives. But then it's over...and it's like it never happened...except you have those provocative photos of yourself haphazardly strewn in one of the cabin's bathtubs with a ski and pole on top of you. Classy all the way.
And now it's time for hot cocoa and the continuation of my yearly tradition...watching the classic HALLOWEEN. I began it last night, but the best parts are yet to come. Goodbye, October '06...you've been VERY good to me!
But back to the Forbes yacht. Well, it's late, i'm rather beat after a VERY long day, and again, words can't convey. SO...well, it was great...fantastic...surreal...an extravagance I could never imagine, but definitely could get used to...quickly. My 2 shots were yummy, my amaretto on the rocks was smooth, ass-kicking perfection, and my Corona was sublime while lounging on the deck on a 65 degree, balmy Night of Terror. The food was excellent, too. And the Macanudo cigar! And free magazines and postcards. And candy! Shoulda stolen some soap or something, though. But that would be taking advantage. The hired help...all courteous and friendly. EVERYthing was ideal. But what struck you most was simply the combined magnificence of SUCH a view from SUCH a vantage point. And THAT you had to be there for. For 3 glorious hours, I didn't have a worry in the world...though solitary, on-deck gazing with liquor in your hand certainly inspires much thinking. Just one of those experiences where, if you're smart, you're just overwhelmed with desperately trying to be "in the moment" and appreciate what's happening, because it WAS something special that a lot of people never experience in their lives. But then it's over...and it's like it never happened...except you have those provocative photos of yourself haphazardly strewn in one of the cabin's bathtubs with a ski and pole on top of you. Classy all the way.
And now it's time for hot cocoa and the continuation of my yearly tradition...watching the classic HALLOWEEN. I began it last night, but the best parts are yet to come. Goodbye, October '06...you've been VERY good to me!
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