It's Monday! A week to go till vacation...and it's Monday again so you can imagine my excitement and metal outtake on things today! If not, I'm sure my meter scale down below will fill the blanks in!!! I plan to take it into work today. Of course, it being Monday we may need some of that stiff stuff to wake us. Enjoy the day dear kids!
Monday, August 24, 2026
Sunday, August 23, 2026
SCENE THIS WEEKEND...
A nice weekend if not a busy one. All told, a bit of a little of everything this weekend. Friday found me at the Capital Street Duo's for some visiting and cocktails on the lovely balcony which is off my guest quarters when I stay there. It's like a little oasis. They are only about a block from the Capital Building, hence their nickname on this blog, with views of the dome at night. Even their pup Flyer digs the balcony.
Friday, August 21, 2026
IT'S THE WEEKEND!
Let the Weekend begin!!!
If you haven't tried this Hendrick incarnation, you don't know what you're missing! You know the Casa du Borghese is endorsed and stocked with gratuitous amounts of Hendricks! Cock-a-tail of the night...
Mistress Gin Spritiz
In a tallish glass with ice.... a Healthy dose of Another Hendricks, 35 ml Apple Juice,35ml Sparkling wine, 50ml of soda, 5ml Cherry Liquor, 3 slices of cucumber, 1 cherry, 1 orange twist. Drink and repeat. Cheers bitches!
And now for something different and my latest obsession....grab a houseboy and hit play darlings.
EVERY VERSION OF YOURSELF....
The iconic thing about life I found is in a way, you'll never know yourself, and you certainly can't please everyone all of the time. We are a different person to everyone we meet. To some we are quiet, to others we never shut the hell up. Some remember us for our kindness, some for our humor, others for our insight and advice, for our friendship and others to the time we walked away. You are a villain in some people's story, a hero in another's. And to most you're just a passing thought, a name they once knew, you don't exist as one person., but as countless versions as yourself, shaped by fleeting moments and personal conceptions. And here's what's unsettling. You will never truly know yourself the way other's do. You will never hear your own laughter the way someone else hears it. You will never see the way your absence lingers in a room you used to fill. You will never feel the anticipation someone has waiting for you. To yourself you are just you. But in reality, we are all a thousand different stories none of which we will ever get to read.































