That party was extremely strange... I think it was a "charity gala" of the sort the newspaper would mention in its society column if it had one. Crawling with very very rich people! Chicks who must get hourly pedicures... or... whole-body-icures... people who looked as if they had been gently buffed in rock-tumbling machines. Free drinks and insanely fancy food from all the restaurants... Oddly the "word" stage was in the very center of the whole warehousey space directly in front of the dancing/loud music stage. So no one could hear.
C. very cute in her 80s prom dress from hell! lace gloves... M.B., well, insanely hot, and somehow I kept squeezing her ass as we sat next to each other. Some people just slide up against your body when they sit next to you and press up - and then, must be grabbed & squeezed. I could not help it. She made me do it! Then S.S. was saying loudly how he had never been fucked by anyone with a strapon and he wished that someone would do it on stage... er. I will draw a merciful curtain over the next events... I got his card.
Kept wondering... "who ARE these people? Why are they HERE? WTF is going ON?" I can't explain why it was so surreal, glitzy and fakey. I mean, thousands of really rich people. "partying."
at the end of things we were posing for photos on the little stage with the dorky "word" sign - sleazily - and some odd straight girls with an assload of makeup on came up... and I tried to make them come sit on my lap. and they acted like they just didn't hear. But then maybe 10 minutes later after MB's husband (she kept shrieking 'my cute tranny HUSBAND!!!!" as if she couldn't believe she was using the word) was persuading the 4 or 5 straight girls to pose more and more raunchily - they wanted to pose with us. And then... I think they were actually scary sorority lesbians from Tennessee and the orange pancake makeup didn't mean straight but meant, sorority + Tennessee. They were flirty and shy!
M.B. did a lap dance for us. Then we left clutching the "word" sign and Chulita stole a heart-shaped balloon for me. Our cab driver was the cutest ever - she had on a white 40s hat pinned on with bobby pins and matching white embroidered beaded suit. It was a night of odd fashion that's for sure. There will be photos later, I think.
But how strange really as barely anyone was listening or could hear the readers. C. sold one book (you could hear her read - she can barely talk now from hoarseness as a result) and there was a guy who was swooning over MB's excellent reading about the hung4rian porn and heavy metal from her autobiographical novel... and the 3 people on the first couch could hear. Otherwise out of the thousands of people there - the readers might as well have just been saying "MMMMPH BLLFGH BLAH COCKSUCKING mmrgh blah grrr bl ASS."
I am maybe still a tiny bit tipsy from the lemon drop which was quite strong and tasty...
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