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You have been cut off. No catsup until breakfast with our eggs. Honestly, some people!
Statia, being rich or "classy" is not a requirement to join in on our soiree. You just have to love to travel, be entertaining (which you already are) and of course love all of us!
You have been cut off. No catsup until breakfast with our eggs. Honestly, some people!
Statia, being rich or "classy" is not a requirement to join in on our soiree. You just have to love to travel, be entertaining (which you already are) and of course love all of us!
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I'll be dressed from head to toe in Etro (dressing like an Italian but lokking like a tourist - thank you Grace Jones) sipping a Campari and soda.
Afterwards we can go back to my rented cabana at the Hotel des Bains in Lido...
Afterwards we can go back to my rented cabana at the Hotel des Bains in Lido...
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YES...at the rented cabana....and DUTCH may finally be allowed to show up with his ketchup...I'm sure that he meant ketchup w/ a dash of horseradish!
Degas...oh, He'll be beaming in his new shirt & long pants...maybe the glow is from...........
Degas...oh, He'll be beaming in his new shirt & long pants...maybe the glow is from...........
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And then in the wee hours, when we are all well lubricated and the room is lit solely by candlelight and them that's able (and some who aren't) are on the dance floor, suddenly Donna Summers' "Hot Stuff" is ripped from the turntable where Pup was scratching it.
Silence, then as the front door opens, we hear the opening strains of "Also spake Zarathustra". Backlit, a silhouette appears in the doorway, a dark figure in a blinding nimbus of silver-blue light. As the man steps into the room we see an impeccably dressed gentleman with a kindly face.
"Who...who are yyyou?" someone timidly ventures.
"Haines. Ben Haines." the cultured voice replies. "I am happy to join you, particularly since I seldom come to Venice, as riding my bike here is simply out of the question. But in light of the way you all have conducted yourselves this evening, I thought you might like to know that I have on disc a comprehensive list of hangover remedies from various European nations, which I will be more than happy to email you at your request."
As the legend come to life turned and walked back to the door, the only sound to be heard was the faint whisper made by his Saville Row suit trousers as he walked. Hand on the door latch, he turned and spoke again: "Oh yes, and one more thing...Welcome to Europe!"
Silence, then as the front door opens, we hear the opening strains of "Also spake Zarathustra". Backlit, a silhouette appears in the doorway, a dark figure in a blinding nimbus of silver-blue light. As the man steps into the room we see an impeccably dressed gentleman with a kindly face.
"Who...who are yyyou?" someone timidly ventures.
"Haines. Ben Haines." the cultured voice replies. "I am happy to join you, particularly since I seldom come to Venice, as riding my bike here is simply out of the question. But in light of the way you all have conducted yourselves this evening, I thought you might like to know that I have on disc a comprehensive list of hangover remedies from various European nations, which I will be more than happy to email you at your request."
As the legend come to life turned and walked back to the door, the only sound to be heard was the faint whisper made by his Saville Row suit trousers as he walked. Hand on the door latch, he turned and spoke again: "Oh yes, and one more thing...Welcome to Europe!"
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And then the song of angels could be heard far off in the distance as Mr. Ben Haines tips his hat and disappears into the night and the Cipriani is swallowed up by the gentle chill of the hovering mist.
And then the song of angels could be heard far off in the distance as Mr. Ben Haines tips his hat and disappears into the night and the Cipriani is swallowed up by the gentle chill of the hovering mist.
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Love the Squirrel Nut Zippers. I was at a fashion show a couple years ago where the lead singer wore the final dress in Mark Montano's NYC spring fashion show.
Speaking of such matters, does anyone know a good hair stylist in Venice?
Speaking of such matters, does anyone know a good hair stylist in Venice?