hi suagarbabies…
call me crazy…but… i like the heat…it feels hard and honest… yesterday…i dropped the top…and let the sun do its worst…i mean really…its not THAT hot if youre doing 85-ish and heading west…to the mountians… to the horse track… to play the ponies… to push your luck….HARD….
about 30 min out of the city….i stopped for a bevvie.. a quickie…iced coffe from starbucks… the hot felt good….(i know im crazy) so i sat down at one of the tables outside of starbucks to chillllax for a few min. and make a few phone calls…(its hard to talk on the phone when youre doing 85-ish with the top down and the music up) ….. soon a crowd of youngsters …they looked like high schoolers but turned out to be college kids….they were gathering around an older dude…that i recognized…but ignored… their tshirts, buttons, and fliers gave them away as politico wannabes and the old dude was reveling in their unabashed adoration… eventually the “campaign manager” turned up…to “organize the interns” ….. thats when he turned his attention to me…. i had known it was coming…so i was ready …i sat languidly sipping my coffee and crossed my legs… swinging a my six inch louboutins into the walkway…. and casually ran my fingers though my hair… tangles… an unavoidable top down consequence.... pushed my chanel sunglasses up off my eyes onto my head and smiled – as he presumptively sat down in other chair at “my” table….
sooo whats a pretty lil thing like you doing out in this heat?…. he asked
i smiled slightly and told him… im not the kind of girl that wilts….
he grinned, pulled his chair closer and…PATTED MY THIGH and said he like people who could “take the heat”….
im not joking…what style of OG old school game is that?????????
then he asked if i was …”into politics”
–seriously…. the dude was working sooo hard to try to get my vote impress me with his political office—–that i almost felt sorry for him….ummmm honey im not one of those doe eyed sorority girls that wants to please you….. nope… i know more than your name…i know your record..
i responded…. “well lover… a more accurate statement would be that …. politicians are into me”
he sat back… i think the word LOVER…scared him…he looked down at the table… and fingered the key to SOW…
him: i saw you drive up….
me: i know…
him: i guess im just gonna ask…will you meet me for dinner later tonight
me: im heading pretty far west tonight love…. maybe next time
him: can i call you
me: only if you talk dirty
him: laughing
me: trust me sugar…im more trouble than you want…
him: you might be right
me: im rarely wrong
him: did’nt i meet you at a party for <insert politician here> last year
me: well i do like to think that if we had met….you’d remember
him: i remember… you had glasses and really high heeled shoes… he nodded toward my louboutins…
me: like i said sugar….you are already in waaay over your head…but ill let you tell yourself your sweating cause of the heat…
him: id really like to take you out sometime…
me: i know…
him: will you call me?
me: probably not…i dont call boys …ever…. but one of my assistants might… you know.. if i had a parking ticket or something…
him: are you even gonna vote for me?
me: is that what the kids call it these days???
him: laughing…im not giving up on this
me: i know
then i picked up my key…and let him watch me walk to SOW…i might have turned up the jiggle a little more than normal… but whateves…im sweet slutty that way….
I pushed 90-ish getting to the racetrack…
thought my luck had run out…
til the 7th…
i walked outside into the heat..down past the track…round to the stables…down close… patted a few sweaty ponies… watched the grooms and jockeys pull saddles down and push bales of hay around… talked to an old friend … and there in the heat with the ponies and the smell of sweat and leather and sweet hay and steamy wet piles of peat….picking my way around the dirty dusty path… with the sun beating down …i cried…hot tears on hot sunburned cheeks …i guess i just didnt want to carry it anymore…and right there…
i put down some of the emotional baggage id been carrying round for the last few weeks…
and i picked the trifecta…
it had a 2 thousand dollar payoff…not bad for a two dollar bet…
im not sure…but…
i think i feel my mojo coming back…..
xoxo
Ridin’ the range once more
Totin’ my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again
-gene autry
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June 9, 2008 at 1:31 pm
ma
Just when I think you can’t be my hero(ine) any more, you top yourself.
I *heart* you and your Paul Frank glasses more than just about anything.
xoxox
June 9, 2008 at 1:32 pm
ma
And I mean, any more than you already are, of course.
June 9, 2008 at 2:17 pm
Former Alpha
Thank god….I would have more respect/lust/admiration/(insert superlative here) if you had pulled a train at a construction site than slept with a politician. It was the karma of crushing that prompted the trifecta. GOOD for you. The beauty of most baggage is that you can choose to put it down. Welcome back!
June 9, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Food Rockz Man
How’d he let the “only if you talk dirty” requirement pass without promising to give you exactly what you wanted? Some promises are difficult to make and even more difficult to keep . . . promising to talk dirty to you would be neither. Poor, poor schmuck!
June 9, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Ulysses
You’re always the favorite, you just have to wash some of the trail outta your eyes to see it clear. Nice ending there, it got me.
June 9, 2008 at 2:30 pm
I-66
I’m not sure I can take more mentions of the word hard in this post.
With that money you take me to Giant.
June 9, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Lemmonex
From here on out “voting for” is my new euphemism.
“God, I really want to vote for that tall guy at the end of the bar…or maybe he can stuff my ballot box”.
June 9, 2008 at 3:36 pm
Phil
This man is almost the Pat O’Brien of….whatever he does.
I kept waiting for him to insist that you “be into Betsy” before making his next move.
June 9, 2008 at 4:19 pm
rabbit
Lol @ Lemmonex
Suicide, are all the politicians this shameless in DC? Seriously?
June 9, 2008 at 8:41 pm
restaurantrefugee
if the ramblings of a few female friends are to be trusted, political ambition has a correlation for a need to, ahem, compensate for other areas.
June 9, 2008 at 9:01 pm
wildbill
Congrats on the “return” of your Mojo (as if could EVER leave!) Stay away from politicians- you’re better than that! (at least I think so) I’m sure that you will have fun with your winnings. Try to keep it down with SOW-we want you around for a while.
June 10, 2008 at 7:26 am
TC the Terrible
Glad you could get you Mojo back without having to sleep with “fat bastard”.
June 10, 2008 at 10:55 am
Jen
That IS what the kids are calling it these days, isn’t it? LOL. And the “stuff the ballot box” comment had me laughing my ASS off.
Okay, Suicide Blond. I just have to say you’re TOO GOOD when you put a guy in his place. He so needs to get on his knees and kiss your louboutins.
June 10, 2008 at 12:55 pm
freckledk
I’m working on perfecting my “British Secretary” accent. It’s still a little too scouser-ish. Once I achieve my posh, you’ve got someone to manage your shed-yoo-ul.
June 12, 2008 at 11:21 am
cuff
Great story. I’m just wondering what the hell Cheney was doing half an hour outside the city.
June 13, 2008 at 3:18 pm
Uncle Keith
If you hadn’t kept saying him, I would have thought Barbara Mikulski.
June 13, 2008 at 3:51 pm
wildbill
Sex on Wheels is fun to Drive,
Drop the Top-you feel Alive,
Escape the Hot & Sultry Climate,
Stop for a drink & start a Riot,
that SB’s Hot is not in Question,
she doesn’t need any Election,
When Persuing, bring your “A” game,
Otherwise, it’s All the Same,
Out to the Track to Try Your Luck,
Pick Right & you can make a Buck,
You’re Mojo’s Fine and by the Way,
It sounded like a Heck of a Day!
June 13, 2008 at 5:03 pm
Hammer
Glad you’re feeling lucky, glad you’re feeling fine.
Ordinarily I’d write more but Wild Bill stole my line.
June 14, 2008 at 11:49 am
wildbill
Sorry Bro,
I was moved.
June 15, 2008 at 1:48 pm
AnnaTude
Snaa-a-appy! and inspiring. Damn, you make me wanna step out of my sexxxy bad bitchy self even more . . . thank you!
June 20, 2008 at 12:22 pm
inmate1972
I have a similar problem with a friend of mine as well. I have gone to the mattresses with the nurse-nazis at hospitals over this kind of bs. I’m glad you took charge and got to your friend’s side.
You should have your friend draw up a health proxy, that way you legally have access to him while in the lab rats.