To discuss politics….or even to blog for that matter.
This weekend began for me with waking up in palatial Skippy-estates, fully secure in the knowledge that I would be : a) Installing a new shower head-since the S.O. wants one of the ones like she had in Japan with the hose on it-never mind that we don’t do showers that way over here and I don’t really have the means to mount the hose on a self enclosed shower unit. I’ll be combing the aisles at Home Depot.
and B:) trying to get at least some semblance of order into the one room in the house that is mine-my man-cave. One of the good things about this house is that it has one with doors that can be fully closed to give me some peace and quiet.
I also awoke this morning with the realization that a half a world away-some people were already knee deep in a different version of the weekend:
Martini’s: one, extra dirty, the other with a twist. Caviar. A small cheese board. A prelude to wine. Baked salmon over a spicy sun-dried tomato pesto tagliatelle. Then dessert. A tight leather skirt. Sky high heels. Barely there lingerie revealing as much as it hides of the tanned fit little body underneath
Probably in one of those trendy little bars on Club Street too-bastard!
I’ve been thinking about Singapore all day today. Whenever the S.O. had herself engrossed in conversation about which curtain rod she wanted, or what to do about : (fill in the blank), I simply slinked along a cart length behind-while in my mind, I picture myself exiting the MRT at Orchard Road station (alone) , and skipping the crowded escalator to follow a cute young thing up the stairs, watching her skirt swish from side to side. To come to the base of the escalators, and decide, on a whim, to turn left and head to Wheelock Place and the Borders Book store within.
Later, I could clearly envision in my mind exiting the store-and feeling the heat hit my body like a wall-while becoming enveloped in the sights, sounds, and smells of early evening on Orchard Road. Leaving Borders, I look up-to see the giant screen at Shaw Place, showing the trailer for the latest movie. The sun, is drooping on the horizon and the taxis are moving down the street with passengers for the CBD.
While all the while-I sit here in Shopping mall USA, dodging fat women pushing orange shopping carts.
Can you say the words-“horrible mistake”? I knew you could.
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Dick Cheney owes me a 100 bucks!
That’s right-100 dollars.
While in the middle of moving he big things from the apartment, having hired a couple of guys and a truck. ( Don’t even ask how she guilted me into that, and yes, sex was NOT involved. 🙁 . We started down the road that runs beside the Arsenal which leads to the stately Skippy Manor. Only we became one of about 20 cars in a line because the side gate was blocked by cop cars. ( The entrance road which the road we were on crossed). Found out later it was because Dick Cheney was passing through on his way to a fund raiser. He had stepped in for George W. Bush , since he had to stay in DC to mortage America’s future to bail out a few friends and keep my mutual funds from becoming Monopoly money.
The guys with the truck were happy-they were on the clock regardless.
So Dick-come out of your undisclosed location-YOU OWE ME MONEY!
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On the plus side-if I get the house the way she wants, S.O. probably might make me do this:
Sure beats Irish foreplay!
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One other cool thing I discovered this weekend is that the package store in this little burg-has a mix and match aisle-where you can take all kinds of different foreign beers and make a six pack out of it for one set price. Tried a 3 Smithwicks and 3 Tiger beer combination. All I need now is to grab a British newspaper and pretend I am drinking it at the Sportsman Bar on a Sunday afternoon. ( Another place I used to love to go on an Orchard Road excursion).
But that gets me thinking about Singapore again.
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Which gets me to wonder what ever happened to E A L. He’s been under the weather of late. Stopped by and left greetings. You should too.
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Finished two books. Book report to follow.
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And could it be? That this may be the year my Cubbies finally take the pennant? ( The Pirates have a cozy place in last place-again!) I’ve been a Cubs fan for 30 years-watching Harry Carray got me hooked on them. If so-it could be a different kind of October with me in my man cave watching the playoffs and the series-that second TV cannot come too soon!
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Off to sleep now-maybe to dream of a Singapore girl:
It only costs a little more to fly first class on the 380!