 Hey there, everybody! Congratulations. If you’re reading this means you’ve survived yet another work week. That is cause for celebration, don’t you think?
No celebrating going on here at The Compound. Just watchful waiting…for the gunfire to commence. Cousin Fred and I packed up our gear yesterday morning in preparation for leaving Vegas Baby!. I really wanted to get out of the city limits before the virginal vegan awakened. I was last to leave the suite, Cousin Fred had already taken his gear down to the vehicle in the parking garage. As I approached my SUV, I noticed there was someone else inside - in the back seat. Cousin Fred saw me approaching and did his best to look nonchalant about it all. It wasn’t until I opened the back to put my bag in that I recognized the third party. It was the hairdressing hydrologist GiGi! She was trying to be nonchalant as well. She simply said, “Hello,” and smiled. There wasn’t time to sort it all out, I was determined to get beyond the virginal vegan’s reach before she even knew we were gone. Plus, the Wife is off on another of her fabulous vacations, so I had to get back home to look after the mutts. In the meantime though, the Francesca would look after them. The Francesca! Doh! I took a quick look around the garage and didn’t see any of the Trump’s thuggish security people running toward us. It was time to go. So I drove. I figured we had fifteen hours of driving before arriving back at The Compound. Lots of time to figure out just what the hell was going on. Cousin Fred seemed near giddy that GiGi was with us. At some point on the road with the GPS telling me that I had another 12 hours of driving ahead, I looked over at Cousin Fred and mentioned that I was glad the Francesca was there to look after the dogs. I was hoping, of course, that he would realize that he isn’t exactly free and clear for bringing GiGi back to The Compound. It didn’t seem to faze him in the least. I looked in the rear view mirror, the reference to the Francesca apparently went right over GiGi’s head. I inquired about the Trump missing her services, to which GiGi responded that now with the third and final debate in the can, so to speak, the Trump’s daughter offered to take over hair maintenance duties and give GiGi a break. The first thing she thought of was finding Cousin Fred and returning to The Compound for a visit. As I listened to this, I was thinking, yeah more likely returning to The Compound for a knifing. It also occurred to me that the Wife would be sorry she missed the action. It would almost certainly be better than whatever fun she was having on her fabulous vacation. We pulled back into The Compound around 10PM last night. I was worn out from the drive, but didn’t want to miss any of the action. I stopped near Hellkat One’s trailer and asked Cousin Fred if he wanted me to put GiGi in one of the spare rooms of the main house. He smiled and said no, she would be staying in the trailer with him. I thought about once again mentioning the Francesca, but decided to let it go. This was going to be good. GiGi was oblivious to my comments, she was peering out the window at her chopped Lexus. “Is that my car?” Cousin Fred assured her that it was indeed her car as he opened his door and then hers. They gathered their bags and proceeded toward Hellkat One’s trailer. I saw a light come on inside. I floored the SUV to get to the main house. I ran through, slapping at the mutts greeting me, dropping my bag, grabbing a beer and moving out onto the front porch where I took a seat in the Wife’s rocking chair. After several minutes of no violence, I was beginning to think that I should re-think my faith in human nature. And, then the light went out. Not one raised voice, not even a single gunshot. Nothing. I fell asleep in the chair thinking that it would be a long weekend. Comments are closed.
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