Chanelling Moan-net

Have things gotten a little kinky between Em and straight-laced PH? All signs point to yes, especially given this little piece of evidence left behind; the beginning stages of a nude portrait of Emmerson. I bet things get a pretty hot after hours of all this sketching foreplay. PS, who knew PH was so artsy-fartsy, I mean we all knew Em had a penchant for the canvas but PH? Maybe Em's brush strokes, shall we say, wore off on ol' PH...but really, all kidding aside, the boy's not too shabby. Kudos, PH for not painting by numbers on this one since we know you're pretty much by the book when it comes to everything else. Seems Em's been holding an art studio in her room for some time now - but who do we think initiated these art lessons.....PH? Emmerson? Hmmm....Maybe Em thought she'd spice things up now that all her baby daddy drama is the rear view in an effort to vamp up her relationship. Or could it be that PH wanted to show his sweetie a completely new side of him? PH, were you watching Titanic again? It's anyone's guess really. Anyways this couple's so cute they kind of want to make me vom all over the place. Oh, Em, have you ditched your cynic self and gone over to the REAL dark side? Whatevs - but we do want to see the final product, so get PH and his paints over here ASAP. Art class is in session!

The Wizards of Auss

So as I was brunching at The Griddle with my girls the other day, Jordan and Sadie dished on more than just pancakes bigger than their face - they told me about the two lads they had met the night before at the Mondrian. On a whim they decided to stroll into the hotel and check out its fabulous bar with view to die for. So as the girls were standing poolside a good-looking gent asked Jordan, in his amazing accent, if he was alright sitting where he was (so cute, you know since he wasn't VIP or anything). Let me tell you, it was more than alright, because that meant he was sitting in prime convo proximity to Jordan. Aussie #1 wasted no time in chatting up Jordan, while Aussie #2 slyly moved in on Sadie. Wouldn't you know it, these two wealthy *investmetbankerface*, dashing young men were on holiday and just happened to have two suites in the hotel...hmmm *coincidenceface*? Loads of conversation and an impromptu (fully clothed) dip in the bar's pool later, the clock had already struck 2 am and the bar was closing down. Uh oh, must the girls pull themselves away from their yummy pair of Aussies and take their fabulous selves on home? Nope, that's what hotel rooms are for (how dare you underestimate our girls - even momentarily). Do you think these two ladies would miss a chance to show these boys their lands-down-undah? Up in the elevator the couples went, Sadie with her Aussie and Jordan with hers...one suite, two suite, red suite...sex suite. As my ginormous plate of powdered sugar-dusted pancakes is plopped down in front of me Jordan has what is nothing short of a Pavolovian response, and dishes about Aussie #'1 room. His room was apparently wall to wall mirrors...Jordan must have thought she died and gone to have *cokeface*. Jordan and Sadie insist that both their Aussies were absolute gentlemen (so that's where they're hiding them); and so after their fun-filled night, adding a little roo to their dos [list], the girls made a hop, skip, and a jump down the street to meet me here for an early morning brekkie...with a side of juice.

Baby. Boom.

You can all breathe a sigh of relief my Marnistone faithful. After a visit to her trusty gyno, she informed Emmerson that she is in fact not going to spawn. Dead give away #2 that she wasn't preggers - Em wasn't getting fat. Anyway, now that all this drama is behind her, Em can truly put her little indiscretion behind her and move on to more important things, like what cut bikini she is going to look best in this summer.

Sex and the City

Spotted: frenchie Brigitte slumming it on the Subway.....So as I sit here watching Sex, having recently seen Sex: The Movie, how a propos that I just came back from The City (in which there quite possibly might have been some sex going on...winkyface). Jordan and I met up with one of our favorite Frenchies, Brigitte, as she layed over for a bit in New York on her way back to France. We three girls gallivanted around the city like some other famous foursome (sans the Charlotte in our case) like some whirlwind-four day-all you can eat- city buffet. Our heads hit the pillow ne'er as much as our stilettos hit the pavement. It was a shopping extravaganza from Soho to 5th Avenue (with the occasional touristy stop thrown in every once in a while for kicks). But as soon as the sun set, the gloves came off (as well as a few other articles of clothing) as we three wined and dined like it was our job - Lotus, Underbar, Stanton Social, Bed....but what happens when you leave the island and go exploring "trendy" Brooklyn at 1 am? A whole mess of trouble - or a night to remember depending on how you look at it (aka returning to Manhattan at 1:20). At Brooklyn's swankiest set, Brigitte came on a little too strong to a certain hottie who definitely had a girlfriend...whom, I might add, was definitely at the bar and caught Brigitte making out with said hottie. Girlfriend didn't take it too well and cat calls resounded as things between the two ladies got physical (slapfight!). So shortly thereafter we were abruptly "dismissed" from the bar andwe returned in about 2.2 to Manhattan (please, skinny hipster bartender's threats about calling the cops were tots empty). But after hailing what was apparently the only cab left in the city without a credit card machine we were forced to return via Subway (slummingitface). How do I put this nicely?, Brigitte don't do subways. So not without some kicking and screaming we took our fabulous selves under ground (perhaps this unforeseen cost is why true New Yorkers rarely venture outside Manhattan....just a thought). Ahh, but all was not for naught, my friends. It was as if by some divine intervention we were meant to take the subway because as we emerged from the train, what was right by the station but a cute little lounge, frequented by a group of even cuter men (can you say fleet week?) And let's just say the bounties of the sea were plentiful for all. Did I mention this was just day 1?....sailors, and investment bankers, and firemen - oh my!