I am too big to go in a suitcase. I mean travel. I saw all the deep blue and painted white descriptions of Mohonk; and the stupendous, Maxfield Parish-ish lakeside photo, and I wanted to go.
I was swept away.
Lather said the rates were a wee steep, I think; and well, they're not too steep for me, if I can get 375.00 from one of you for telling say a fish feeding story about a wadi in Thailand.
I couldn't offer to be a gigolo, not because I couldn't offer, but because I couldn't.
"Real" gigolos have to offer to go sometime. I thought I could hold your coats or something. Can't really thing of anything else I could do. Arrange flowers? Enjoy? I am fully capabilized in enjoyment.
And, MJ had just asked me to quit nervously thumping my tummy.
I see myself as eminently desirable to go on any trip. Also, I have a blue sticker for parking spots.
It's a lot more valuable than a concealed weapon permit.
I thought that Lather might also like to go.
I've often wanted to hire a "driver." Who would be silent, mostly; but entertaining. Someone I could tell a funny story. Who would make sure my pants are zipped. Who has change. That's all.
I, personally, have Norton. He doesn't limp as cutely as I do, but he has a really primitive sense of humor. And he appreciates things like no one I've ever seen.
Shouldn't someone who really enjoys things, appreciates them with innocent sincerity and impressionability, enjoys company, laughs out loud and giggles, sniffs flowers and asks engaging and surprising questions, has interesting stories and peculiar perspectives and drinks beer ~ shouldn't that person be valuable to take on vacation?
(Can I bring him?)
And I bet Alex fits this bill.
Well, actually, probably everyone at DAR does.
We're all gigolos of life.
Okay; I could benefit from some polishing. That's my point. |
