EXOTIC EROTIC

IMOL, CaGa, and ?

Oh what a night - late October 2007. Was a very special time... the annual Exotic Erotic Ball at the luxurious Cow Palace [that's sarcasm for the locals]. I saw lots of skin. Too much skin at times if you know what I mean - nudge, nudge. I met the first runner-up to Miss Exotic Erotic (she lost to this WHOA-man who flashed the crowd - I wish she hadn't [see above]). Unfortunately, none of my usual entourage* was there at that moment to snap a photo. Too bad because the first runner-up was a first-class hottie: a-woOO! Sorry but she was. The crowd picked the "winner". I voted for the runner-up and almost lost my voice. If the man with the camera is out there reading this, please send the photo my way.

I arrived in style with slave Leia, a fallen angel, and a sexy piratess. The pink bracelets you might see around our wrists above were VIP backstage passes (that's how I met the runner-up - did I mention how hot she was?). Kudos to LaDe and MoFo for working their magic yet again.

As I sit back and ponder the evening, I wonder... why can't every night be exotic and erotic?

*When I say entourage, I mean MoFo.