MWLOMF W/O: The Whipstress is on the ProwlFeb 09 '01 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line These gifts would be soooo much fun! The Set-Up: According to KristinaFH and Bijou, we should decide what what men are worthy of leaving the men we have. I'm a firm believer of a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and my husband would be hard to top. He's intelligent, funny, creative, thoughtful and good with his hands. What more could a girl want? Follow the Whipstress and find out. The Pub Crawl Begins: Decked out in my zebra print mini skirt, black satin backless halter top and black leather knee high boots and my gold Amex, I get the whip ready and go. Stopping by Liquid Kitty on Pico, I enter the dark bar and blink. At first I see no-one, but then Hard_To_Please appears before me. I've always liked his epinions profile picture because it manages to show his sense of humor, gentle nature and strength. "Hi, Mark. What are you drinking?" "A golden shower. It is champagne and chambord. Want one?" "Sure." We sit and chit chat for a while, but he is still on Central Time and starts to yawn. I decide to scoot along to the next gin joint. The whip directs me to The Mint further east on Pico. A great band, The Love Sick Lunatics, is playing and I notice Aaron Hendrix sitting at a table. "Hey, Hazy One. Or are you MaddingCrowd tonight?" "Just Aaron. How are you?" "I'm good. Is that a Long Island Iced Tea?" "Yeah, I'm sharing it with Miss Tara." "Enjoy the drink, sweet pea. I'll catch you later." Disappointed, I headed up Fairfax to Bergin's. Just opening the front door is a work out, but when I do, I notice a man sitting alone on my usual bench. he is holding a sketch pad and is drawing furiously. Peering closer, I recognize Elvisdo. "Evening, Charles. Where is the Mistress?" "She'll be along later. The sandbox needed to be raked." "Mind if I join you for a drink?" "It's Tanqueray and Tonic Happy Hour." "Make mine a double!" We sit companionably and talk with Joe the bartender. After a while, I know I need to go as the bench has been warmed long enough. A quick stop at the SkyBar finds ZenHues drinking a wheatgrass and vodka martini. I order one also and imbibe while watching the stars around me and in the sky. Heading to the Valley, I stop by Casa Vega. The restaurant is jammed with women who are blonde and very tall. In the center of the crowd, I see 29th_Candidate. With a twist of sinew at the waist and a quick flick of the whip, I dive into the throng. "My dear 29th, what brings you here?" "Fund-raiser. Would you care for a midori margarita?" We stand, surrounded by sirens, and I talk physics, poetry and psychology while he ruminates about politics, philosophy and prose. Looking around, I notice a man sitting in a booth with some friends. "Excuse me while I run over and say 'hello' to Mr.Eyore." Mr. Eyore and I do some tequila shots and make fun of the women with bleached blonde hair and spandex pants. He is waiting for the Pookster to arrive, and after debating the merits of The Clash versus The Ramones, I know it is time to be on my way. Back in LA, I hit the Sunset Strip. Outside The Whiskey, I find Obiwanjabroni. "Hey, D, whassup?" "I'm trying to get in." "Damn, you're under age. I'll tell the bouncer that you are my designated driver." "Okay." We go in and hear Tom Petty who is testing out tracks on his new album for the audience. With The Viper Room nearby, I find Sordid-1. "Alessandra, Alessandra, Alessandra!" "Ken, Ken, Ken!" The bartender pours two Maker's Marks neat with coke backs. Ken makes me laugh so hard, I almost spit out my drink. However, it is getting late for us both, and I know he has to go home and tuck in his baby. Outside, I find Obiwan waiting for me. "Where next?" "Just one last stop." The C Bar on Wilshire is closing, but on the sidewalk, I see the man of my dreams. Dressed in a gray suit and looking quite dapper, I am in love. "Pull over, D. I think we have our winner." The man leans nonchalantly against the car window. "What's up, Doc?" he asks. "Going my way, honey bunny?" Bugs Bunny gets in, dropping a few carrots from his pockets. He is a little jumpy, but with his quick wit and fun personality, I know we'll have a good time. The Valentine's Confession: The Whipstress is a little tipsy after her pub crawl. She must confess. There is someone who makes her heart turn liquid. However, she seriously doubts that her affection would be returned, and underneath the butch ego, she is really just a sensitive, delicate flower who would wilt under the harsh light of scorn. She will say this much: just one kiss would make all the difference. Please read the following W/O participants: KristinaFH, Bijou, Levda, Hava, SeraphofHades, CarpeDiem, SuperFlyChick, rfr, OdellBurgess.  |
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