veuve o clock
Its Veuve O clock time. Having a sore head from last nights drinking, which of course went to excess for no reason in particular, i am getting ready for a night out with the girls. The spoonfull of sugar for this medicine is a crisp glass of the bubbly.
JPo's comment reminded me of an institution that is in sore need of a revival. BOL.
Bed Of Lights.
I used to have a cast iron bed that had faery lights wrapped around it for Christmas time decoration. It was also the perfect lighting for passionate romps with chosen victims.
I broke BOL once. I was having a fling with an intern at my law firm in the US. His name is Beer Nuts. We called him that because we went to see a concert with a group and he wore a tee shirt with the BN logo. Beer nuts being a popular bar nibble in the southern us. BN and I, casually would hang out while he was working for us, but finally when is assignment was over, we went out on a proper date and it ended at my place, my BOL. (fn1) Our throws of passion were so vigourous that the bed broke. BOL is a kind of code word for mojo, gettin' jiggy with it, a little sumpin sumpin.
I need those days back. The mission starts now: operation flirtility. And it calls for new blood (fn2)
footnote - it turns out that the guy had a girlfriend back where he went to univeristy and he and i were supposed to go out once more before he left but he blew me off. I revealed the affair at my leaving drinks to everyone's shock.
footnote. i sound like i objectify men to the extreme. i really don't. it just makes me laugh.
JPo's comment reminded me of an institution that is in sore need of a revival. BOL.
Bed Of Lights.
I used to have a cast iron bed that had faery lights wrapped around it for Christmas time decoration. It was also the perfect lighting for passionate romps with chosen victims.
I broke BOL once. I was having a fling with an intern at my law firm in the US. His name is Beer Nuts. We called him that because we went to see a concert with a group and he wore a tee shirt with the BN logo. Beer nuts being a popular bar nibble in the southern us. BN and I, casually would hang out while he was working for us, but finally when is assignment was over, we went out on a proper date and it ended at my place, my BOL. (fn1) Our throws of passion were so vigourous that the bed broke. BOL is a kind of code word for mojo, gettin' jiggy with it, a little sumpin sumpin.
I need those days back. The mission starts now: operation flirtility. And it calls for new blood (fn2)
footnote - it turns out that the guy had a girlfriend back where he went to univeristy and he and i were supposed to go out once more before he left but he blew me off. I revealed the affair at my leaving drinks to everyone's shock.
footnote. i sound like i objectify men to the extreme. i really don't. it just makes me laugh.
posted by miss goLondon at 5:55 PM
6 Comments:
Maybe I need a BOL to get me back in the swing of things!
For what its worth if you didn't have something to say I wouldn't keep on coming back (somewhere in there is a compliment). What i mean is you always have something interesting to say and believe me that's a pretty difficult quality to find in people...
Have a good night out with the girls!
Later...
I think we like being objectified now and again, especially by women who actually like us, Miss G!
I like candles as opposed to fairy lights, but I think the concept is roughly the same :-)
Did I really say "like" three times then? Oh god...
wdky, that should be, "like, oh my god.."
ms. buttx, go out and get you some lights. and the action to go with.
Fb, usually when someone uses the word "interesting", it is almost facetiously; but you have managed to give the word some integrity. thanks for the compliment!
i had a nice time with the girls; we met no men that were quality, but more importantly we did have good girl talk, about men of course. oh, and our careers.
Oh god careers!
That is the bane of my existence...I am in constant conflict on a daily basis as to what to do with myself!
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