ďLearning is like rowing upstream: not to advance is to drop back.Ē Ė Chinese proverb
I thought Iíd squeeze out a little update before heading to Sea World. These next few days are going to be quite hectic. After I spend the day with my father and Shamu III, Iíll be heading out to dinner for another birthday boy. I have a LOT of birthdays to celebrate in May. Tomorrow night itís a birthday dinner for my sis, and Sunday morning itís Motherís Day brunch before Ronaldo and I hit the road and head up to Hollywood.
I will be bringing a STACK of Readers to precariously place around every studio in Los Angeles. Itís called guerrilla marketing, look into it. Ron and I will tool around through the end of Monday (covert operation, I canít tell you what Iím doing up there, but trust me, youíll find out if you care). Hopefully Iíll get to see some great friends. Itís been YEARS since Iíve seen Africa Dick. Iím also hoping to run into John the producer and Sue the stylist to the stars. Theyíve known me since I was in diapers. And no, Iím not into that baby fetish, Iím talking 27 years here.
Iím making some huge decisions in life right now. Some of which Iím going to broach to my father today while I have him captive in a maze of water tanks and screaming children. Iím dropping out of school. Again. But this time, I earned a 3.98 GPA for the year I attended. Not shabby at all. The rest of my decisions I must hold close to my chest (and what a chest it is) right now, because there are certain little snits who read me who make a game out of presenting my words in a less-than-glamorous or well-intended manner. Again, I say, what miserable little existences, like tainted milk, to live such sour lives. All in good time, my dears, all in good time.
Yesterday, while the eldest in our clan was being groomed by Ronaldo, I got to spend some time with little Isabella. I think she can read my mind. At some points there, as I dangled that spit-sogged toy in front of her sparkling eyes, I felt like we connected . When she learns to talk, I think Iíll ask her if I interpreted our ďmomentĒ correctly. I hope she has a memory like mine.
Last night, M.s. and I dined across the street at the Kensington Grille, and I very nearly made an ass of myself. Almost, but not quite. I made sure a copy of my very special face (you thought I was kidding when I said I had NO shame?) was saved for Tracy, the owner.
Alright, Iím off to frolic for the day and spill the beans to my father that I plan to play roulette with my future. Iíll let you know how it goes!