Swiftly Ignored, Swiftly Intoxicated!
Much to S.'s chagrin and hate (a formidable degree of hate to the extent I had delete her last comment), someone actually invited me to their party! lol
After a long dry spell of rejection and downright bitchiness, goodness prevailed and the day was saved by gentle, kind hearts.
So you bitches can go on hating.
After being declared persona non grata for three parties in a row, I was finally vindicated and received a sweet invitation to a house warming party!
As Kiki Jr. was saying (who surprise surprise was also invited) I felt like Samantha from Sex and the City when she slept with the wrong man and ended up being shut down from the Manhattan society, the difference is I didn't sleep with anyone and this in no way resembles Manhattan.
Even the bitches there have more class!
That out of the way, the party was held at a 70s developed residential area, when all of sudden people realized they can redefine the landscape and obliterate miles and miles of cultivated land.
While environmentalist may cringe, I have to admit that the choice of location is quite attractive.
So towards the west of Cairo we headed, till the very far end, bordering the highway and there in a quite street with gorgeous little garden and a serene view, was the party.
Populated by a sizable population of lesbians (so Kiki Jr. tells me) and a few Germans and host of some fresh faces and stale ones, I stood sipping on my gin-based cocktail, like some withered southern belle, anticipating the next tune so I can whisk myself and my darlings along and dance.
And I was not disappointed.
The music was in the right order and queue.
For once!
All the standard numbers and more!
Between drinking myself silly and sporadically following the music, the evil diva made a grand entrance.
Along with an old beau, that we both had the hots for.
I was swiftly ignored only to be acknowledged by a curt nod of the head, making everyone wonder whatever happened to the inseparable pair, the two witches of Eastwick, well surprise surprise they are separated and the spell that once bound them together, broke them apart.
Never the kind to mourn in public, the eccentric morbid queen suddenly found her metaphorical poison, the sweet gin, actually toxic and what was once a light state of mental giddiness was now full fledged state of intoxication.
Whether the eccentric morbid queen was drunk on her own misery and reminiscing remains to be questioned, but we know for fact is in less than 30 mins the party was officially over.
Drinks were embarrassingly spilled on antique beds, a partial loss of motor coordination and finally a delayed speech response confirmed to everyone that the eccentric morbid queen was drunk and had to ex the party!
Jinxed!
But triumphant nonetheless lol
Heady and uninhibited the eccentric morbid queen bid her kind hosts adieu and who of all people happened to be standing right there, who but the evil diva.
With impeccable grace and extraordinary generosity, the eccentric morbid queen bid the evil diva adieu as well.
Generous to a fault! lol
Softened, yet still hardhearted, the evil diva bid the eccentric morbid queen adieu back mitigating the palpable bitterness yet still poisonous all the same.
What happens next, during or after was artistically interpretedby Kik Jr., she can be contacted for further information, after she recovers from her crack episode!
kisses
After a long dry spell of rejection and downright bitchiness, goodness prevailed and the day was saved by gentle, kind hearts.
So you bitches can go on hating.
After being declared persona non grata for three parties in a row, I was finally vindicated and received a sweet invitation to a house warming party!
As Kiki Jr. was saying (who surprise surprise was also invited) I felt like Samantha from Sex and the City when she slept with the wrong man and ended up being shut down from the Manhattan society, the difference is I didn't sleep with anyone and this in no way resembles Manhattan.
Even the bitches there have more class!
That out of the way, the party was held at a 70s developed residential area, when all of sudden people realized they can redefine the landscape and obliterate miles and miles of cultivated land.
While environmentalist may cringe, I have to admit that the choice of location is quite attractive.
So towards the west of Cairo we headed, till the very far end, bordering the highway and there in a quite street with gorgeous little garden and a serene view, was the party.
Populated by a sizable population of lesbians (so Kiki Jr. tells me) and a few Germans and host of some fresh faces and stale ones, I stood sipping on my gin-based cocktail, like some withered southern belle, anticipating the next tune so I can whisk myself and my darlings along and dance.
And I was not disappointed.
The music was in the right order and queue.
For once!
All the standard numbers and more!
Between drinking myself silly and sporadically following the music, the evil diva made a grand entrance.
Along with an old beau, that we both had the hots for.
I was swiftly ignored only to be acknowledged by a curt nod of the head, making everyone wonder whatever happened to the inseparable pair, the two witches of Eastwick, well surprise surprise they are separated and the spell that once bound them together, broke them apart.
Never the kind to mourn in public, the eccentric morbid queen suddenly found her metaphorical poison, the sweet gin, actually toxic and what was once a light state of mental giddiness was now full fledged state of intoxication.
Whether the eccentric morbid queen was drunk on her own misery and reminiscing remains to be questioned, but we know for fact is in less than 30 mins the party was officially over.
Drinks were embarrassingly spilled on antique beds, a partial loss of motor coordination and finally a delayed speech response confirmed to everyone that the eccentric morbid queen was drunk and had to ex the party!
Jinxed!
But triumphant nonetheless lol
Heady and uninhibited the eccentric morbid queen bid her kind hosts adieu and who of all people happened to be standing right there, who but the evil diva.
With impeccable grace and extraordinary generosity, the eccentric morbid queen bid the evil diva adieu as well.
Generous to a fault! lol
Softened, yet still hardhearted, the evil diva bid the eccentric morbid queen adieu back mitigating the palpable bitterness yet still poisonous all the same.
What happens next, during or after was artistically interpretedby Kik Jr., she can be contacted for further information, after she recovers from her crack episode!
kisses
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Congratulations for your comeback, hopefully u'll be happy again now.