Six o'clock already! It's time for the round of evening cocktails to start ... I'm planning on Negroni so I can better recall the lovely Amalfi-like resort where I met Count Such and Such, who was a bona fide Knight of Malta. He was a kindly man, except he didn't feel comfortable around people who weren't descended into his own class or any from a religion other than his Catholic persuasion, in fact the rich old fascist didn't seem to like (well, nevermind) and his friend who kept an estate in the neighboring frazioni was rumored to keep wild animals in his castle, I mean villa, (though his live-in girlfriend often complained about the smell, because you know how messy animals can be sometimes, I mean housecats can be bad enough). So I will have a Negroni alone at twilight tonight and hum an old blues standard softly to myself as the patio lights flicker (as we are still having electrical problems here):
1/3 of gin,
will put me in the shape I hope to be in.
And tomorrow, boys and girls, it's the Mercedes Benz Owners Club Bonfire on the Beach, which I wouldn't miss for anything in the world. I mean, would you?
("Dat's a Woger Dodger, Wand Wover
(Well, it's got an eight-twack ... so I can mention it. Curiosity is a much better name than "Wover", don't you think? Wike named aftah a Cheshire Cat and all da mystewy of da universe and not aftah a twained puppy dog ("Wed Wover, Wed Wover, come ovah, come over, Wed Wover Wed Wover, come ovah da wine"). Like the song they sang on the Mickey Mouse Club: "Curiosity people say killed the kitty cat one fine day And that may be true, but for you and me, there is nothing like our curiosity .... " And as anyone who's ever worked there and left to move onto another advanced institute of higher science will tell you, "JPL is a 'Mickey Mouse' kind of place". Yeah, that's wight. Ooh ... "wine!" dat weminds me of somet'ing. )