Random Esquire

QTMama wrote an entry here about how she likes an Irish accent.  Specifically, she likes to hear it out of the mouth of a certain Irish gentleman she’s seeing.

I don’t get it.

Well, not entirely.   I admit that I dated a girl from Puerto Rico whose primary language was Spanish – but she didn’t have much of an accent.  And it certainly didn’t boil me but, it was charming enough.  I guess.  Maybe.  Honestly, I can’t remember.  But in almost all of my relationships, I’ve been the more multi-cultured of the pair and I do not have an accent.  Unless a slight Chicago accent counts.  And let’s face it, no one is dropping their britches over a Chicago accent.

Plush told me that if she spoke to me in another language or with an accent, it would be completely wasted on me.  She knows, however, that I tend to like a little high-maintenance and crabbiness in mah womenz.

She said, “Now, if I speak cranky to you…”

I yelled, “YES!”

I mean, there is seriously something wrong with me.

1. I was invited to a cocktail party at the Chicago Opera House tomorrow night – to the 2008 Gala of the Alliance Francaise de Chicago, in support of this non-profit organization that promotes film, music, theater, literature, cooking and all things l’art de vivre. Providing food and drink at the dinner will be The Ritz Paris, L’Ecole Ritz Escoffier, Colin Field & the Hemingway Bar, and Djordje Varda & l’Atelier Floral du Ritz. I have not yet decided if I will attend but if I do, it will be to people watch as the National Restaurant Association gathering is here in Chicago this weekend and there will surely be some notables about.

2. I have spent much of the past week concentrating on finalizing work issues and packing for my trip. In the upcoming weeks, I will go to France, Switzerland, Austria, Germany and Italy. I am looking forward to a bit of adventure and, of course, a bit of trouble. This will be the longest vacation I have ever taken and the first I have taken alone in many years. It is…thrilling.

3. I have a very nice next door neighbor. Last summer, she gave me a potted geranium for my patio. I suspect this may have been because her patio was an array of many colored geraniums and mine looks positively dreadful next to it. My only decoration is a grill. I might plant some fresh herbs this year. But really, I can’t be bothered much with plants or flowers. I don’t get it. Tonight, she knocked on my door and gave me a very nice fold out chair for my patio. She said she had three and simply didn’t have the room. This means I will be able to work, reclined out in the sunshine, with my laptop. I will be sure to find her something nice while I am traveling.

4. The reigns to the blog will be handed over to Plush while I am away. I imagine that with the multitude of internet cafes, I may post something but I haven’t decided if this should also be a vacation away from even this, my favorite hobby. I had no reservations about turning things over to Plush but after a few reassurances from her that she would not do certain things…then I began to think about it. But, I simply do not care. I trust her and hope she scandalizes you all.