Queen of
Beauty, 2, ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of This’, Eurythmics
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Meeting the
Beauty Queen was both funny and tragic, for I was coming out of this lawyer’s
office – and there you have it, one of the many American jokes with lawyers
pops out, did you know that scientists have decided to stop experimenting with
rats and use lawyers instead…this is for three reasons, one, there are not
enough lab rats, two, people get attached to rats and three, there are some
things, even rats won’t do – and the news had received had been very gloomy,
for the loan I had given a fellow, for the massive interest he signed in a
notarized document he would give on it, together with the loan itself were in
jeopardy, given that he could according to the law, give me back the sum in the
local currency, lei, and that would just wipe out the whole amount, considering
the astronomical difference between the official rate and the real value of the
local paper, and surely, he would use the official count…
This
problem would be solved, in the style borrowed from Goodfellas http://realini.blogspot.com/2019/06/goodfellas-based-on-book-by-nicholas.html without the violence, I just
assembled a small team that looked impressive weight –wise, and said to the
fellow that this is their money we are talking about now, and he should cough
up, and he did, but at the time when I met the divine Queen of Beauty I was
down on my luck, thinking I will lose about half, or maybe a third of the
entire capital I had had in early 1990, and did not even realize what I had in
front of me
Furthermore,
I had no need to stop, ask her some silly question, try to ‘pick her’ up, she
was already talking to the dog parked in the car parked in front of the
lawyer’s office, about 20 meters away from the Headquarters of the Police, on
Victory Avenue, the oldest one in town, and this is the moment when I should
write a small letter of gratitude to Daryl Van Horn (named after the Jack
Nicholson character in The Witches of Eastwick, wherein his butler is named
Fidel, a terrific sounding name that I have considered for a number of pets [we
have had a great deal of creatures around here, from an iguana, taken to the
top of the Bucegi mountains, in my spouse’s bra, to keep warm, and then left in
the hotel room at cota 1400, all the way through two chameleons, five borzoi,
some mutts, a couple of African Grey and some other birds, ending up with the
two great macaws you can see on any of our videos posted on the blog] but this
is also what Castro was called, so I am still in two minds about that, for yah,
I could have a future hamster called Fidel, but then it would be in jest to
some extent, mocking as well as calling him
In
retrospect, I owe a lot to friend Daryl there, I was trying to figure out how
come I had so much ‘success’ with a multitude of women, looking back in the
past, now that I get refused even if I am there for a transactional encounter
and the arrangement is based on money (recently, I went down to this place,
arranged by phone, where the effort is for preliminary WhatsApp confirmation,
video, or pictures, to avoid the encounter on the premises of somebody out from
a Guillermo Del Toro movie http://realini.blogspot.com/2019/06/goodfellas-based-on-book-by-nicholas.html a monster or something, only this
time I was the demon refused and told that it is a no go) and one reason was
that magical mate
So anyway,
there she was talking to my friend, who was in the car because he never wanted
to stay home, so he would come along everywhere, even on a tour bus from Poiana
Brasov to Mamaia, and when I had had clients in my own car, sometimes I would
ask if they rather comes along, and I think I remember the Japanese Yoshiko
saying she would prefer that he comes on our tour to the Slanic Prahova salt
mine, if is this just imagining things…he would sit at the pool when I went
there, which was daily, when not on tour…
So the plan
was for Daryl to sit outside, on a patch of grass near the entrance of the then
Bucuresti pool, which is now the grandiose, pompously named World Class
Downtown – the thought is that I should get back there, for this is the only
accessible game in town, there is the upper class Oaks country club, but even
if they would get me a subscription on barter, would I have the clothes and
decorum to get there daily, along with the arriviste, the big shots and the
goodfellas, maybe so, it still has to be figured out, besides, is this worth
it, going to mingle with fellas does wonders to our brains, we are sociable
animals, but some, wrong, many, most of them can be such a pain and a struggle
to tolerate.
What if I
get into more tangles over say conspiracy theories men (and maybe some women
and other) like years ago, when I had a hard time seeing that one after another
would enter the sauna and the topic under discussion, The Twin Towers and 9/11
only to explain to me how the Americans had taken down their own people, just
to start the Iraq war, which is the definition of nonsense, I mean as if the
most powerful nation needs a stupid pretext for that – it is not even worth
arguing about it, trying to explain, as I soon found out, looking for them to
explain if all the myriad other attacks were also bogus, in nice, when that
truck driver drove into a crowd and killed about one hundred people, in Germany
and other places using the same model, knife attacks on London bridge, on buses
in London, trains in Spain, the Bataclan, the terrorist attacks in Paris in
which more than one hundred died, the list is endless, but hey, these are all
fabricated for conspiracy theories, and see what that idiot Alex Jones was
saying about massacres in America, and he now has to pay hundreds of millions
of dollars?
So what to
do, for on one hand, there is a clear need to socialize (and there are those
limited encounters that take place every four or five days, then the YouTube
channel where I talk to people, in that I talk and nobody really listens, or
when they do for a few seconds, they hit the dislike button) and historically, Downtown
was good for that, hey, we even had a Facebook created with Happiness and all
that, which died after a couple of years or so, and mixed with the goons and
the loons, there have been a good number of ‘very fine people’, so will the answer
be in the Golden Mean of Aristotle?
Maybe the
solution would be to take a subscription there again, sometime in the next few
days, that was a typo, next years it should be, and try and balance it out, not
go every day, as in the past, this would be nearly impossible now, for on
weekends they start at 8, which is the summer hour nine, and then I could not
get back in time for the boys, Puccini and Balzac…
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