We gather at the house of the Queen's Own Jane, in a little English suburb roughly 4,500 miles southwest of London, where we all adopt English accents and succumb to the charms of her pre-Revolutionary take on all things American liquor cabinet, which isn't exactly a cabinet, more like a landscape.
There are little sausages, top secret cocktails and an orgy of book talk. I want to have sex with her bookshelves, but she says no.
We are allowed to play with the finger puppets however.
Photo: Hem, F. Scott, Zelda and I share a Pimm's outside of London. Way outside.
Cheers,
-SK
Royal Bonus Feature: In which the English repeatedly show us how it is done but we always manage to screw up royally
Did I ever mention F. Scott Fitzgerald and I share the same birthday? The two things we share in common is we both write, me a little bit better, and we both drove our wife nutz. Oh, and three my dog is named Zelda, well, two and one-half.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | July 08, 2012 at 01:44 AM
No, but it makes perfect sense.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | July 08, 2012 at 01:45 PM