It seems our Annie is neither as shallow nor as cynical as we may have hoped. Our circle of friends, having fallen short of becoming rich or famous out of sheer laziness, is facing the harsh inevitability of a life without a beachfront home on Nantucket. Several of us -- naive fools who settled for love -- decided someone has to shelf the soul mate search and take one for the team. After all, it's just as easy to fall in love with someone who is filthy rich as it is to fall for someone who is just plain filthy. If Annie could look love in the eye, she just might flip it the bird. Add this to her intelligence and take-no-bullshit 'tude, we are thismuch closer to oceanfront real estate. At the Tiki on Nantucket, she was approached by a pale and ghoulish young "bond trader from Boston" who talked about BC in that glassy-eyed way Tom Cruise does about Scientology. [Insert swift indiscreet kick to Annie with a wedgie sandal - the traditional jackass alert] My alert was unncessary as I was confident that this manchild would wither like a petunia under Code Red's "wow. you're an idiot" gaze. Undeterred, he bought a round of frothy Fat Elvises and told us about his six million dollar home in Wauwinet. Maybe he's not so ghoulish. I think he's actually a bit tan. Maybe the whole BC cult-ish thing is a display of his unwavering devotion, not of glaring Eagle-philia. So what if he's got the personality of wet toast -- Annie, think about your friends! You'll learn to love him. No -- the selfish thing decided she'd rather NOT finish her Fat Elvis or endure any more of this idle chit-chat. Maybe Annie believes in love after all? That's ok, Annie..we won't tell anyone.
5 comments:
Poor KJ got just plain filthy.
A filthy Lebanese bastard.
Annie you made the right decision. That guy was a knob! But you shouldn't be so selfish in the future. If your friends can some run up a number on his tab while he's seeking a phone number, I say "go for it." If he's actually worth half of what he says he is, it's not a problem. You can always give him Di's number and tell him to call you the next day.
which one is you?
The glassy-eyed drunkard in the middle. Those Fat Elvises weren't half bad.
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