keeping score....

bah
weekend in the country
so hip
we pile into a rented suv
fully loaded
in our faux country gear
does jimmy make a country shoe?
the ride out is full of last minute smokes
and buckets of semi cold half sweet soy lattes
becuase we know we don't find them out in the wilderness
we are so dressed for the weekend
our little Louis bags full of Marc j
i bring classic lit...in case there is a gazebo
i will look fabulous reading under that
and i wonder
who else is going to be there
the house is huge
we are all spending the weekend
linen tablecloths
silverware
lots of clothes in neutral colours
a great Gatsby moment to be sure
i sigh internally
and shiver at the thought of how fabulous we are all going to look

my room was tangerine and wine
i was smitten
trust me when i say two Louis sitting on the end of a huge
tangerine duvet is a shot that even S.M. would have to take
i left my Prada flats just tucked under the edge of the bed
the matching bag on the floor beside it
controlled chaos
such a lovely picture

dinner was a small intimate affair
outside
just as it should have been
the sun through trees
casual chic all around
we looked amazing
books and art discussed in detail

then the after dinner guests began to arrive
first was Mr e and his wife
great goddess
the last time i saw him
we were naked in a hot tub in the meat packing district
he looked deliciously deviant ...still
his wife how ever had soften some
her i had not seen since she got angry at me for not wanting to commit
this may be a little trickier than i thought

faux self confident smiles
and
a good chardonnay helped smooth the first few moments
but then to my horror
in strolls Mr c
his art stirred me
his need to inhale me
was a tad frightening
him i was not ready to re visit
just as wonderfully gracious as i remembered him
and just as intense

more wine please
by this point the grrls had a good giggle on
not so much to due to the wine
as for the tapping of my jimmys on the slate slabs

the evening didn't get any more comfortable
nor did it get any worse
until
in walks miss t
her i am still sleeping with
alas she came with her husband
bless him
he knows i exist
but we have never met
he had a perpetually air of melancholy
he reminded me of Mr Chatterley

after bit of E Mr Chatterley loosened up some
enough to send me off to bed...alone
i do not like to play mixed doubles
to many ex lovers in one room
so not good for the moral fiber and all that

the next day at breakfast
as we sat and contemplated the best roads back
i all but expired
when my brother shows up
with mr. C's ex
back from New Mexico looking
slightly organic in that neutral Armani sort of way
is she not adorable
i looked at her dead in the eye
and did not blink first
i assume that that will be the end of it
after all
i don't care if he fucks himself to death
but i would like him to die with his heart intact