Monday, May 19, 2008

mrpeenee: The Weekend Report

I regard any weekend without at least one big nap as a lost cause and that's just how this last one went. Errands, haircuts, dining out at both fabulous and almost-fabulous boites, and a matinee at the symphony on Sunday all took up valuable napping time. Plus playing with the new kitty who has turned out to be an absolute hellion. I have the scars to prove it, but I adore him, the little brute.

We finished our symphony subscription with Dvorak's From the New World, which I love. Yes, it's true, I'm a sucker for warhorses. As long as it appears on the Columbia House recordings sold late at night on cheap TV stations, I'm up for it.

The feed bag was a whirl of toney joints around town, like Zuni Cafe and Foreign Cinema and Mission Beach. Mmmm delish. R Man had quail at Foreign Cinema and I'm still jealous, the taste he gave me was so fabulous.

Plus, most of the weekend was very warm, which encourages the muscular young poofs in the Castro to walk along slowly in their tight little tee shirts. Again, mmmm delish.

Finally, I am though with Small Business Week in San Francisco, the five day long marathon of hand shakes and small talk. To celebrate, our houseboy Gabor Processnus spelt out a smutty haiku in chocolate cupcakes. God love him.


  1. Sounds like a fab weekend none the less!

  2. Mmm, chocolate. Mmm, cupckes. MMMM, Gabor Processnus. Is that like Latin for "Nice Abs, we'd like to tongue them."?

  3. Why yes, it is. The Latin Vulgate, to be precise.

  4. There is nothing better than smutty haiku on chocolate cupcakes.

    Expect maybe chocolate covered smutty houseboys! ;)

  5. it is with regret i must inform you that you are tagged bitch

  6. It is a hard, hard, life you lead - playing with kitties, dining in fabulous restaurants, going to the symphony. Well thank God you're there on the front lines of the left coast fighting the good fight so that those of us in the heartland can safely nap our weekends away.

    I was wondering if "Chocolate cupcake" was a nickname for your new black houseboy.


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