Vacations casualties

Another day in “paradise” that LL and I spent at the beach again hoping to see some jetskis run into each other and burst into flames in front of our eyes. It did not happen. Neither did we manage to reach the obese little kids in the pool while throwing empty corona bottles from the 10^th floor. Innocent casualties do not seem to be part of our all-inclusive vacation. God knows  though that I would genuinely recommend death to many of our fellow hotel guests who seem to lead an existence where the highest excitement are all-you-can-out-eat-buffets and are often flanked with very ill mannered pre-teenage girls dressed like vietnamese whores. Yet we managed to relax and enjoy the day with some fat blunt chronic.

We had a lovely conversation evocating with LL his memories of the space shuttle that blew up during the Reagan years in front of the eyes of all American schooled kid. Talk about a communication faux-pas. We also evoked the death of Aristotle Onassis’s son, Alexander, who did not die in a jetski in front of his father’s eyes as I believed but in a plane accident in January 1973. Other day topics included the probability to be hit by a tsunami and massage etiquette (is it ok to get an erection ? I open the forum – share your views). LL is forcing me to read a book called Atonement and I have terrible difficulties: 5 years in the US and my brain is mashed potatoes…therefore I am on the lookout for opportunity to create diversions. Also Bill seems to be out of the picture (LL was mistaken...he is straight...see our picture of the day...we love you Bill) and I feel relieved.

I have a question on Brett Easton-Ellis’s last book, Lunar Park: who does BEE sleep with at Vanity Fair to get such a nice and uncalled for critic in their july issue ? I would have thrown it away if it weren’t for this delicious article on Martha’s ankle bracelet. I was disappointed to understand that she actually does not receive a high voltage electric chock each time she steps out of her perimeter. One last comment is that LL and are a bit hesitant to ask the frat boys at the beach to take cute little pictures of us in front of the ocean ! any word of advice is welcome as usual.

Comments

[Mike]

I haven't necessarily read all (or any) of your musings, but I hear from everyone I at the Diner (did you know it's like a gay restaurant?) that you're on vacation somewhere with fat straight people. Comme il faut, I always say (never). In any case, I have been wearing your clothes every day in your absence. Is it sad or chaaaming that my best clothes are hand-me-downs from you. (Ask LL what a hand-me-down is and when he's done ask him what it _really_ means.)