Retired diplomat, but not particularly retiring; working on aging disgracefully. I split my time between deserts: Palm Springs and Cairo. Always up for champagne, good music, or gossip about the Lunts. Parlor pink; lapsed Presbyterian. He/Him.
Alex aka Muscato
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Morning coffee in the Lido Buffet, with a circling crowd of early risers waiting for food to come out like lions at the Colosseum.
The Muzak at the moment is a peppy, Up With People-like version of “Dancing in the Dark” (Springsteen, not Dietz/Schwartz).
Back in the ballroom; the Orchestra is playing a spritely foxtrot version of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” and it occurs to me that Postmodern Jukebox has a great deal to answer for.
Alex aka Muscato
Alex aka Muscato
So I’m on this boat…
Ersters .
Just off camera: champagne and a string trio. A boy could get used to this.
Alex aka Muscato
I rarely fly domestic, but every time I do I’m reminded just why I avoid it.
How do these people make it through an average week?
Having an after-dinner calvados in the ballroom. The orchestra is playing a decided martial version of Bon Jovi’s immortal “Livin’ on a Prayer” as a rhumba.
I’m definitely not in Palm Springs any more.
Today is Anne Frank's birthday.
Seattle, I am (briefly) in you.
And I’m very impressed by your public library.
Two words to help guarantee a pleasant voyage: spa pass.
I’m traveling this afternoon, and I’ve reached the point at which my once-long list of tasks large and small is now essentially down to “wait.”
With The Mister working, our neighbor is taking me to the airport. Before that, I have an hour to contemplate everything I’ve forgotten to pack.
Alex aka Muscato
Alex aka Muscato
Alex aka Muscato
Benjamin Dreyer
Alex aka Muscato
Alex aka Muscato
Alex aka Muscato
Back in the ballroom; the Orchestra is playing a spritely foxtrot version of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” and it occurs to me that Postmodern Jukebox has a great deal to answer for.
Alex aka Muscato
I’m traveling this afternoon, and I’ve reached the point at which my once-long list of tasks large and small is now essentially down to “wait.”
With The Mister working, our neighbor is taking me to the airport. Before that, I have an hour to contemplate everything I’ve forgotten to pack.
