So, last night, my BF took me to Mastro's (the nicest steakhouse in Beverly Hills) to celebrate my 26th year on this planet. We had a blast! My 1.5 pound steak literally tasted like butter. The bread (Yes, I ate bread! It was a b-day carb-day!) had flavor that was reminiscent of warm french toast. Champagne flowed, eclectic side dishes were never ending, and the makings of a wonderful night were enjoyed by the both of us.
That is... until I noticed the corporate party going on in the private room adjacent to ours. I didn't fully understand the exact reason for the call of their meeting; however, the big overhead projection on the wall (which I could read through our shared soji screen) said it all by saying nothing at all: VAGINTIS!
Apparently, some big drug manufacturer was woo-ing and schmoozing the top docs of BevHills. In exchange for a free cut of LA's best meat, the MD's would have to sit through a slide show presentation on the new pussy-fixing drug... And, apparently, so would I.
Want to know what vaginitis is? Want to know what to do if you find yourself with vaginitis while pregnant? Want to know how to cure vaginitis? (And most disturbingly) want to know what vaginitis looks like? Just ask me! (Vaginitis, FYI, looks like a puss-filled cottage cheese on a raw piece of extremely, extremely aged provolone... Shudder!)
Man, if I wasn't gay-gay-gay before dinner...!
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Oh honey, you will need some serious therapy now to be sure. Let's hope you are not scarred for life. I can't comprehend how anyone thought having that presentation in a restaurant was a good idea?! Dumb Breeders!
I've been reading you, and I LOVE YOU! Why do the best things ALWAYS happen to you. You ROCK, MA!
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