Even though I’m not leaving for a month I spend a great part of my day planning for my Santa Fe trip.
What to wear? What to wear?
If this were a Jewish function I would just pile on the jewelry and relax but I understand the goyim are quite subtle in their dress.
I figure I’ll pack a bunch of choices and take the lay of the land before I appear in public. The problem with this plan is that David said I can only take carry-on. Aside from my 2 season wardrobe that would mean I have to lug my computer, my pocketbook and my sleep machine along with my tiny suitcase. Fitting in all I want to bring with me won’t work even if I wear 5 or 6 layers.
Luckily this morning Liz overheard David when he was telling me that he would leave my ass at the Albuquerque airport if he had to wait even one minute for me to get my luggage so she told him that I could bring as many bags as I want and he’ll have to lump it.
That problem solved.
Back to my clothing choices. I assume Santa Fe is different from New York I don’t want to feel out of place so no daisy dukes and absolutely nothing midriff baring. Certainly during daylight hours. At night I’m sure anything goes.
Liz’s father is the biggest wheel I’ve ever met. He rubs elbows with Presidents and movie stars. Not to mention Shahs. Even though I can get by telling my friends in New York that he and I are very close friends and he never makes a move without checking with me, that might not fly down there where people know him so I’m probably going to have keep the “bragging” to a minimum.
I’m not only going to have to clean up my wardrobe, my language will need a bit of brushing up.
Yep for 4 days, 3 nights it’ll be like the word “fuck” was never invented. And “cocksucker”? Never heard of it. Even if someone asks me “How’s dave?”
i love you so much, Mattie! xxx
Back atcha barb
Mattie, the next time I see you (which might be Nov 12th) remind me to tell you the story of when Barry & I first starting dating and we were playing “Pictionary”, I meant to say “cockscomb” and kept repeating “cocksucker” to him! He still married me and yes my mouth is blowing bubbles from all the language I have used over the years!
I Love it!!
I would say my favorite words in a private bathroom. If anyone hears you so they will think you are nuts. So what???
They also might not see you in the stall and they won’t know it’s you.
Thinking you just need a good unbreakable code. How about you use the substitution code? Instead of saying Cocksucker, use another word, like ummmmm Fucker? Instead of “dave that cocksucker” they hear “Dave that fucker”, and instead of “Oh Fuck” when you drop the Waterford goblet, say “Oh Cocksucker”. They will have no idea you’re cussing!
Genius if I do say so myself 🙂