About six-thirty we went out to do the garbage & recycling....
It is cold & rainy, and we are dealing with doggie doo and poo-poo pampers, as well as the drama of it all. The only bright side is that, since We're dressed, We will walk across the avenue to the bodega to buy a couple of forties & some Drum. So we did.....
As we were paying for our shit, the most hellacious noise insinuated itself upon the ears of the listeners of twenty-fourth avenue in Astoria...
Hail... Pea sized hail...
The very beautiful, Korean grandmother cringed; she cringed...
"What is that?", she looks, and then she says:
"Ice! Is that ice?" she quires.
We say:
"Ice! Yes! ....... Hail..... Hey-L.... Hail, sometimes this big!" We made hand gestures, and then for some reason she assumed that we wouldn't go out in it.
Jesus wept.
We left.
Now you have to understand that the bodega is only thirty seconds from our front door on foot, if there is no traffic. And there was no traffic.
This pea sized hail came down at quite the clip, at ten seconds into it, peas crunching under our crocs, we reached for our camera(phone) but didn't have it...
In that half-a-minute the ground turned white, the street looked like silver Fleckstone, then we thought it that it was too bad that we didn't have our camera, we could do a post on crazy New York weather, you know, anything to push Liz's timely passing away from the foreground.
You know something like.... "Oh Hail!!" or "What The Hail" or...... "It's Raining White Diamonds".
We thought this!
Really......
Anything to push Liz's timely passing away from the foreground....
It was not until much later after checking what other people have been saying on their blogs (all of it most revealing) ...
Then mrpeene posted, and he said something to the effect that the "White Diamonds" commercial was his favorite Taylor flick....
That's when we put two and two together and got the spectacular four-four that we are wearing as we type.. (it's grey, mistress, that way we can find our drinkie-winky!)
So, To Summarize -
TRUE STORY...
The day that Elizabeth Taylor died..
It was a cold, rainy, sleety and a hailing, grey day in Young, Olde New York... I did the refuse... I bought my booty, on several levels........
At the very moment crept I, into my den, the skies of New York rained white diamonds upon my head.... The day Elizabeth died.
....and judging from the comments upon your latest post....
i truly feel less alone....
(the kids love you too) -
i would put a link here, but this is not about the interwebs....
you -
freeform really sucks for those of us who have the guts to choose to live it -
but "those of us" , wouldn't have done it any other way....
which makes "us" who we are.
friends are few in the crowd of many -
& you know fame is overrated -
and everyone you know just throws money at you...
...i mean it just falls out of your pockets?
and, it is just so inconvenient to have to bend over and pick up that excess...
...Right?
right.
mendacity is the devil; the devil is in the details....
and needs be, must be, that you exert your genius...
and not necessarily at the chateau, or on fabulon, or with A&G widgets, or in buttfuck wisconsin, or engaged in or with johnny, sally or sue....
so, you will do that you do do.
(god, i love english)
& i hope i am around to witness it....
i'm gonna stop here, and then continue my -
ode to thombeau....
i'll pick it up with the following:
ok it is tuesday evening an i am back -
"come play with us"...
was my exact first interaction with la chateau -
and (being always up for a parlor game with people of similar jib), thought out loud:
...HELLO...., i am new here....
... we had to make our own way...
"is that invitation general, countess?"
and after a slight pause, dearest Thom made it quite clear:
"yes indeedie".
game.
i thought & was correct -
however it became clear, shortly, that i arrived at the end of the fourth quarter -
(as is reflected in a couple of posts back, and some may have noticed that i changed the title from "i'm missing you T" to "i'm missing you Two")
so now you all know that i generally only lie to save face from being honestly sweet..
THERE I SAID IT
this whole blogwhoring thing is very new to me, and i've found that, it is at least as nice as any boyfriend, or even friend that i've ever had....
so...
(so,so,so,so many) -
imagine my surprise when i learned that my internet buddy is just like everyone else, indeed, just like me....
my new baby needs a break -
(on so many levels)...
so i say:
fly, little starling, fly....
high, and away -
'til the ocean becomes a sapphire pond,
& dessert sands become as honey and never dry.
dwell not upon times wherein we see nothing gay...
no matter how unseemly, so dear, so fond
and now you see we are of similar ilk -
but i live in new york city...
and...
i will send you a bill -
qw
i'm not a stalker dear T, i will just miss your presence more than i will miss others'
xoxo
w
edited this post this morning, if you read the story i had here, good for you... after a little reflection i deleted it, for some memories should remain private.
the moral of said story is still valid so i left it...
the lesson is : don't be too self-absorbed, as perhaps you may bless someone....
Hello, Lucille? 2-E. Bill got back in town, a day early, the beast... so i'm afraid i'll have to beg off... ... you'll explain to the rest of the girls? -
klaatu barada nikto, beloved pats qw
- and just so much more - ooo! i really want a cup of maxum right now
update: it seems the sound has been restored... mayhaps i jumped the gun on scheisters, etc.... but i will not delete it as - #1 - its a good story #2 - the facts remain true .
......... i was going to do a really sweet post - but as i was searching youtube for the fresca theme song, or even just one faubulous example
IT-
HAPpened.....!
at about 8:40 pm NYC time ->
some scheister with the help of some rich judge somewhere produced an injunction (i give me 97.79/100 on this.), and they pulled the m.f. sound. off - youtube ...
hank cochran has passed on..
he claimed he didn't know where the songs came from...
they would just appear on the paper...
here's one from a previous rant.
and... a new one for you kids:
(((we think we'll lower the crown & flip it over and wear it like a head-band. (in the late autumn, of course.), (mmmh?))).
Fehh...
...and for all those queen mothers' out there:
this is one of his five or six wives
(we're done doing any research for-a-while...)
his songs are part of us...
so he lives on...
RIP
qw
post script: we wonder what he thought about marriage-for-all?
(talk-about-a-coin-TOSS...)?
Fehh-
