mrkilborn

Normally, I'm more likely to quote Ben Stein but here, I'm quoting Gertrude Stein to begin my "brief" tail about

rosemcgowan's Housewarming Party!

The day began by picking out a couple of presents for Rose. Every Housewarming is about giving fabulous gifts to use, and so I first stopped at Bed, Bath And Beyond at the Beverly Center. Then, I went up to Hustler Hollywood on the Sunset Strip for another treat!

Also, I somehow got the "brilliant" idea to have several types of bathing suits or swim trunks as I usually call 'em. I'll get back to that in a moment.

I don't know. Should I tell you what was in the gifts I gave Rose? Maybe I should let her decide if she wants to share that information. Well. Okay. Here's a little hint. There were things with interesting, shall we say, fragrances? Things that had different colors, textures, shapes and lengths... Some jellies... some oils... Okay! Okay! That's enough. And that was just the stuff from Bed Bath And Beyond!

When I came, Rose was sopping wet. She was in the pool! She seemed delighted by the gifts and wanted to start putting them to use immediately.

I have to admit, I'm a little shy! Yes, I know. It's hard to believe. But face it. I'm a talk show host. I talk for a living. The rest of the people at the party either act, or play music or do porno. Some even do all three! I just tell a few jokes and have conversations, which is what we all were doing, here! And it's tough when I don't have people to let me know just who is who. On the show, I get the scoop on the guests. Here, I didn't know the guests ahead of time. But, I was capable of improvising a conversation. It's called "rolling with the punches."

But see? I'm opening up! I'm making myself:
A) venerable!
B) vunerable!
C) venereal!

As for the digs, Rose's place is very nice. It's no Casa de Kilby, but it definitely suits her.

Oh, and speaking of suits, about the bathing suit. The Speedo was supposed to be a joke. Does anybody actually think I wear a Speedo? EVER? That's an uncomfortable suit. VERY uncomfortable. Still Rose was amusing, inviting me into the hot tub and telling me I could take it off. Then she said something about "working her magic" to "make the sausage disappear."

But I was starting to look (and feel) like a California Raisin, so I hopped out and had some dry land fun. Rose's idea of turning her bed into a "TRAMP"-O-LINE was inspired! That took me back to Junior High!

Rose is full of brilliant ideas that had me chuckling all night long. That or maybe it was all the Grey Goose martinis.

I left, because I wanted to catch the meteor shower with my telescope at home. Still it was a fun time, and I hope to get invited back some day. Which reminds me, I should start planning a Holiday bash at mi casa.