"Claudia!"
"Hey—"
We were at Pastis, the bistro where Desperado and I used to hang out back when we were TV stars at Oxygen. He was behind the bar; I was meeting an editor.
Whoops, there he was. Gotta go. Later.
"My daughter's ex boyfriends litter New York," I told the editor. "There's one behind the bar. A filmmaker."
So we ate bar steaks and those great fries. He offered me a gig in China and okayed one in Egypt, neither of which I have time to do. And while he was in the men's room, I snatched a word with the bartender. His film about his search for his Iranian father is "almost done." POV is looking at it this week. This is cool. And then, "Say hi to your daughter. I hope. . . "
"She's getting married."
"I heard. It's what she wanted to do," he said.
"Right," I said. The editor was waiting. "Gotta go—bye."
I wouldn't say they litter NYC.....and yes, I dated a bartender. So sue me.
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe I've got litters on the brain. . .
ReplyDeleteLike, no time to work??
ReplyDeleteO.K. You're going to California. Then Mexico.
And we have to click on these damn things to help you raise the $350,000 you need to build a beach house.
Hmm. Guys, do I smell a blonde?
Hannah, Go girl.How much time to know all the beautiful men in the world. Really that is the big challenge for every lusty pussy galore.
ReplyDeleteLove and leave 'em. Lead and learn from 'em. It's all about love and sex. Like your mother when she was a
carefree colt. Marriage is a minefield for disaster for every authentically constantly pulpating female. But it's kinda of a rite of passage, like losing your virginity, yes?
Tell me tho, Marriage, is that really what you have always wanted to do?
Mama Claude, you are always flow like Dewars with the poor exes.
Hey! What are you doing going to the Meatpacking District without your Desperado? Unfaithful UWS b**ach.