Posted: 2015-09-20 07:55:56
Edited: 2015-09-20 07:58:17
What a great afternoon. Food was great, yes and the warthog was delicious. The girls looked stunning, my neck has pains from twisting and turning not to miss anything.
We made the fatal mistake of not arranging some company beforehand, and most ladies were booked out solid. So we focused on the rest.
Clarissa looked as stunning as ever and thanks for the brilliant view on the balcony....
Got to see Tatum again briefly, she must be the busiest girl working there as I simply never run into her.
Layla , well Layla is Layla. The epitomy of a Greek Goddess. Just a flippin brief hug in between her busy schedule. Fuck.
Franchesca was trying to teach me some Hebrew, and for those priviledged to have seen her from up close, (like Matthew), will know that there is no way that your brain can function with this vixen standing close to you. I missed the whole Hebrew lesson and was thinking all the time, luckily not aloud : would it be wildly inappropriate to ask if she would be willing to entertain an hour upstairs?
Luckily my partner in crime convinced me that the bulge in my pants was not enough money to pay for that. But then hope springs eternal.
Met the famous owner, Steve, dont know why everyone is calling him Uncle Steve, the boy is my age, and I am not yet completely over the wall.
Also ran into a fellow punter, which was great.
All in all a great party. Great company, great venue, lovely girls, good food, if you did not like it, go and dig your grave.
Thanks to all.
Peter