Sunday:

Went to Church as usual, worshipped the Lord, said my prayers, sang hymns, took Holy Communion ... hold on ... that wasn't me! It was Seamus, the Irish guy at the Agency. He fucks the priest then goes to the confession box and asks forgiveness -- from the same priest! Every Sunday the same thing -- what a hypocrite. And the priest doesn't pay him!

No ... I stayed in bed until noon, woken by Dr Spanky with coffee and OJ. I thought he wanted sex, but (he's such a nice guy!) he only wanted to tell me that he had friends coming around for a BBQ and would I like to come?

So, instead of recuperating, I ate hot & spicy chicken wings and potato salad and drank a gallon of pretty good Pinot Grigio. About 30 people turned up, Dr Spanky has a very select bunch of friends -- doctors, lawyers, bankers, executives -- even a woman, though not the usual fag-hag, South African accent. If I had been working I could have made a fortune at $100 for 10 minutes.

By 3.00pm I was feeling damn fine and having a great time, getting lots of attention. Then one of the guests -- an older guy, but well built and with great hair -- offered me a "Cherry Grove pick-me-up."

Apparently, a CGPMU consists of:
=> A large martini
=> Two lines of coke
=> Half a line of ketamine
=> One tab of MDMA (that's E to you plebs)
=> 10mg of Valium
=> One Levitra

We went inside to the bathroom -- skipped the martini since I was already well on the way to wasted -- then snorted and pill popped. What a fantastic drug combo! The coke makes you horny, a little bit of K lowers your inhibitions (what inhibitions?!), then the E, Valium and Levitra slowly kick-in over the following 30 minutes.

Well, within 10 minutes we were in my sleeping loft having great sex -- sex I actually enjoyed! We were upstairs for about two hours, I came at least three times and I think Mr Pharmacy did too. I had a short nap afterwards and when I woke up Mr P was gone, but left $200 on the bedside table. I suppose I should have been insulted, but what the Hell -- I'm a whore!

I asked Dr Spanky who the guy was, but he didn't know -- came to the party with someone else -- so I guess I'll never know.

But I may patent the Cherry Grove pick-me-up. KIDS -- DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

Went back to the party at 6.00pm and finally crashed at about 11.00pm as the uppers wore off and the downers took over.

Fab night's sleep.

Monday:

Getting back was a dream, Dr S had water taxis and limo service all the way home. Back to the apartment at 7.00pm and Dr S gave me a kiss and hug on the steps outside -- and thanked me for a great weekend!

One day I hope to marry somebody just like Dr Spanky -- I hope his wife finally gives him that divorce.