the final frontier

A rolling stone gathers no moss. That's me this weekend. Daddy is gone and I have booked myself solid. Having a hard time getting motivated to get all cute this morning. Brunch with my Gay Husbands then Oscars with the Kittens, GirlCrush and a couple of spare Gay Husbands.

Last night, I was set up on a blind date. One of my customers set me up with The Producer. He was having a party in Beverly Hills and she got me and GirlCrush on the guest list. Since the movie industry is small, I asked Daddy if he knew The Producer. He had known him for years and launched into a bunch of stories about how The Producer is a total tool. Actor, twin, big claim to fame was he played an alien on one episode of Star Trek, the Next Generation. Funniest part is that he wore a complete costume, head to toe and was a telepathic alien so he was virtually unrecognizable and didn't speak. He goes to Star Trek conventions and signs autographs. Pathetic. I told him I was being set up with him and he just laughed. He told me he was pulling rank, I was not allowed to get with The Producer although he didn't think I would want to after meeting him anyway. Boy was he right.

When I arrived at the party, there were only a handful of people there. I introduced myself to The Producer and he invited me to sit at his table. Shortly thereafter, he told me he had friends coming and suggested I get a table of my own. I was kicked out of his table which is enough of a slap in the face, but imagine how I felt when our seats were populated with very old, ridden hard and put away wet trannys!!!! Absolutely tragic women, 80s teased out hair, booty shorts, big fake tits. GirlCrush and I just laughed our asses off.

I ended up running into an old neighbor of mine, former Miss Wisconsin. She was there with her smoking hot son that she was pimping to me and GirlCrush. We ended up having a nice night. I did have a wardrobe malfunction. I was wearing this hot off the shoulder top and my boob decided it wanted to be part of the action. I just thought I was a sparkling conversationalist...lord knows how long I trotted around with my tit hanging out.

Been texting with Daddy. Sounds like he misses me which makes me feel good. It drove him bananas that I wore latex out to meet The Producer tool last night. "Fucking The Producer gets to see you in latex. I'd better hurry home." To which I replied, "Yes. I've never done twins before. Or aliens for that matter. Not that I can remember anyway."