It’s only my extreme laziness that has kept me from mentioning that I had lunch on Thursday with joe*2*hell who was visiting here from New York. Joe, it turns out, is devilishly cute, ravishing, and the quintessential New Yorker, talking faster than a cab driver on speed and all the while managing to be amusing and charming. He left me fluttering behind him, gasping in his wake as he revealed his life story, sordid episodes and opinions bam, bam, bam. I loved it, it was the most fun I’ve had at lunch in ages. Part of the Joe News was that he’s fleeing New York City for the more quiet environs of some upstate burg, where he will, no doubt, become the town hussy shortly. I quietly mentioned a parallel I noticed between him and Eva Gabor (if only Miss Gabor had worn a beautifully trimmed beard it would be even more pronounced) and even started singing the theme song from Green Acres, but he seemed unimpressed with my acumen.

Dahlink, I love you
But give me Park Avenooo.

One of the most interesting things about the lunch was the shop talk about writing a blog. If you read both of our blogs, take it for granted that we were talking about YOU.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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