It was a festive day. Everyone joyful and fiesty dress in their sparkley four leaf clover oins, and their little lepichaun hats. Pinching and teasing anyone not wearing something green.
 Pacific Coast Hwy was a nice ride in a new Rolls Royce, and Pami's new man. He felt good, and was generous. He would always drive her to her apt.314 on Marqurite Street CDM, jus around the corner from the BBC. As he would open her door, he would whisper into her ear, "Get yourself something , we are going out to dinner at Ambrose, be ready at 8:00". He would be at her door at 8:00, and off they would go....This morning was a little different. Her hair was dripping wet, Noel pulled Pamela today. As she towel herself from her shower, "Hurry.., er forgot I have a very important meeting, lte's get breakfast at CoCo's". She was rushed into the Black Silver Shadow, what a nice ride. It made the bum's rush, feel luxious. This time there was no appointment to be had the following evening. Just a very quick peck on the check. Humm...oh well, really...he was confusing, he's blowing me off.
  The valet drove the
ferrari to the overhang, Pamela's client hopped in and drove away. The line of merry makers wrapped all the way around the building. It was St. Patrick's Day! Everyone had to get their Green beer. As Pamela pulled the key from the door, she was now in the line that formed to get into Muldunes.
"Pam" "Pam", as I turned to see who was calling my name, I saw a handsome friend , come give me a kiss.
  Get in there, Robert is inside and so is GIGI. Cool, the crowd was so think that night. I squeezed though all the fiesty, flirty people.