Sunday, October 30, 2005

I spent the whole weekend binge-smoking tobacco whether it was smoked via rolled-up paper tubes or narghile laced with strawberry and apple flavors.
Natalie's rooftop apartment. overlooked several sectors of the city and with summer humidity et nicotine we partied the night away.
Charlie, her adorable but very shy husband, smiled and kept the men fueled with cigarettes and spirits whilst natalie ran round in an emerald-fired sheer top that floated between the heady, sexy smoke.
The apt oozed club-luxe stamped with deep fawn leather sofas and chocolate colored cherrywood heavily embellished with a million dairy diamontes and delicate oval canapes, wild mushroom pizettes, grainfed chicken pizettes, vine-ripen tomato brushetta, glowing atlantic salmon salad, multi-leaf salad splashed with village-brought balsamic vinegar, honey dripping baked pastries wrapped round hand-smattered cream, delicate european sandwiches and olives. These were no ordinary olives found in highrise bottles inside supermarket postcodes but perfectly bodied tinged in dead-sea brine , giving when nudged inbetween tongue and teeth.
The women etched sophistication through conversation sharp as their Gucci heels and Louis vuitton epi-leather handbags with an occasional quip
"my 8year old son went into the bathroom last week and set alight my Italian lingerie. I asked him why he said "because i want you to have french ones!!"
The evening drifted back and forth like a moon-drunk tide, drinks came, food nibbled but seldom heard, how does one eat a watercracker without making a noise? culminating in the birthday cake.
Lit by sparklers which reflected shards from double digit carats dripping off ladies ears, necks and ankles an imposing room lit up as if we were inside an exploding chysanthemumn on new years eve. We sang and clapped and then the cake was cut with a swift hush we broke our well rehearsed demeanor succumbing to an exceptionally erotic chocolate mudcake roofed in veils of vanilla icing.
One lady fresh with blonde highlights completely let herself go and spoke of the importance of purchasing multiple gem items.
"if you see a diamond necklace you like then why not have one made of rubies and one of sapphires too, you don't just one handbag do you? ", with chocolate mudcake swarming round the corners of her mouth.
We all agreed.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

that's here

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

rofl. but its gen-u-innne. I know it's not done for you, but it's done for me. I just cannot justify spending the weight of a small car on a handbag. but they're lovely. lovely, lovely, lovely. not only that, but I'm not much into labels, just the non-falling apart features.

I've also just purchased a wardrobe of clothes on ebay. I'm locked in this room studying & I feel the need to control an out of control world. what can I say. I have decided against the bag in question though.