Friday. The Smiths met the Blooms for dinner at the Red Trolley this evening, as they do every Friday. I didn’t tag along.
Instead, I met Pia in the hedge. No, we didn’t copulate, she’s not in heat. Mostly we chatted about Surströmming Day a week from Sunday. The Smiths accepted, and so did the Blooms. Megan Cupcake will be there -- her parents aren’t very sociable. The Witherspoons are coming, and so are the Clappers.
I shared the latest gossip with Pia. Ruffles, the gray Persian who lives with the Blivets told me that Mr. Blivet is banging the au pair. Pia laughed.
She said that she keeps seeing Natasha hanging out with the Kulturpunkz, and what’s that all about? I explained: the Kulturpunkz dress nicely, eschew drugs and premarital sex and drive around town in their low riders playing the music of Felix and Fanny Mendelssohn. Drives their Boomer parents crazy. The parents think their teens should be snorting coke and sodomizing one another in the Beauneville Latin staircase while listening to Fuck tha Police.
I told Pia how Bibi slept over last month and in the morning walked into the kitchen stark bucko naked. We laughed and laughed.
“At least we know she’s a natural blonde,” I quipped.
Pia nearly wet herself. “The carpet matches the drapes!”
All for now.
