Now that the storm has past and the lights are back on, now that the poor people have kept their president, now that China’s Politburo have elected Xi Jinping as their leader at last, I think it’s high time we bring the focus back to Jasmine.
Yet everywhere I turn, someone is trying to obstruct this deserving cause. Mark Moelim, my interior designer, pestered me with his boyfriend troubles earlier today.
MM: Jonathan wants to be exclusive Jasmine, but I’m not sure that I’m ready. I really love him. What should I do?
JS: How about getting the Travertine wall tiles installed in the en suite bedroom? I bet that would make you feel a whole lot better.
That’s right readers, you’re not hallucinating. Mark hasn’t finished the bedroom yet. And he’s bitching to me?
MM: Jasmine, I know you don’t like gay men, but I need a friend right now. Can you pass me the Remy Martin?
JS: I don’t not dislike gay men, Mark. I just wish you’d stop being such a precious little drama queen and focus on your job.
Mark shook his head, drained his balloon snifter and got up to leave. If only he’d done just that, instead of turning around and adding this:
MM: Just be honest for once in your life, Jasmine. The reason you don’t like gay men is because of your…
JS: Shut up Mark.
I had no better luck with my future ex-husband. He’s been acting strange lately, and you’d think it’s because of that admittedly sexy socialist winning the White House again. But no. He’s been this way ever since that night at Lysette’s.
FEXH: Sometimes I just wonder what we’re doing, Jasmine. That’s all. Is that so wrong?
JS: It’s obscene. And why aren’t you dressed? We’re already late for Jean Georges.
FEXH: Did you ever think about having a baby?
JS: Fine, I’ll call the car service. Just be ready in five minutes.
I tell you, sometimes it’s like I’m talking to a wall. If only the wall had a mirror, and was pouring drinks, then at least everything might not be so intolerable.
In other news, my “doctor” gave me a prescription for Opana. I’ll let you know how it goes.