Cocaine Princess here.
Before I begin with "Harvest Dinner Part 4" I would like to address a comment I received from Anonymous.
Anonymous said....
CP –- why do you insist on dragging your entries in several parts? Why not post it all in one entry? Ever hear of Cliff Notes?
Thursday, November 18, 2010 10:09:00 AM
Dear Anonymous Reader,
Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. My reply to your question: It's my blog, I run it my way and it's how I like to post my entries. Please enjoy Part 4.
Respectfully Yours,
Colombian Princess.
P.S. Have yourself a dandy day. Peace Out.
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On Thanksgiving night before dinner was served to our guests the following conversation took place between my sister and I.
ME: I don't like him.
A: Who, darling?
ME: That moron......Ferragamo Guy.
A: Why, what did you do?
What did I do?! What did sister do- put an ad in the classifieds that said the following:
"Weird characters required to annoy baby sister AKA
The Princess. PAYMENT: All the food you can eat and
open bar."
So why and how did this conversation come about and who in the world is Ferragamo Guy? Allow me to explain the events that led up to that delightful conversation.
THANKSGIVING MORNING
Thanksgiving morning I had left to go into the city where I met up with my friends for a little girly time. I had been instructed by “A” to be home at a certain time and I’m proud to say I was back home not just in the nick of time but about an hour early. I refreshed my makeup and did a change of clothes because let’s face it, I can’t wear the same outfit all day long, right?
THANKSGIVING EVENING
Around 6:30pm guests began arriving. One by one I greeted them at the door where I asked in a polite and kind manner if they could remove their shoes and they all did. With some I didn’t need to ask because they already knew and the ones who didn’t were people I never had the pleasure of meeting until that day, and they had no objection.....all except for one guy that is. On his feet were a pair of Ferragamo Oxford style shoes. He was dressed very nicely except for the belt he was wearing. It just did not go with his suit. My God, talk about a major fashion faux pas. Anyways, I explained about my no shoe~wearing policy and after asking him a 2nd time he still refused and then had the nerve to walk across the tiles IN HIS SHOES and into the carpeted living room where the rest of the guests were seated and happily chatting amongst one anther. What was I doing? Standing in the foyer dumbfounded while thinking: “What the hell just happened?”
I honestly thought I was being punk'ed so I went to sister to find out. She assured me I wasn’t.
“A” decided to speak to her friend in private making it the 3rd time he had been asked. Once again, he refused. Some friend I thought. I would just like to point out how sister is always going on about my friends and even though they express displeasure they always remove their shoes upon entering inside my home. Because he wouldn't remove his shoes I felt so annoyed and so restless I couldn’t relax and if I couldn’t relax I certainly wasn’t going to let big sister relax either. So what did I do? The old pestering thing. I kept pestering her with questions about the man in the Ferragamo Shoes.
ME: Does he have a medical condition that prevents him from removing his shoes?
A: I don’t think so darling.
ME: Does he have a foot odor problem?
A: Not that I’m aware of.
ME: So what’s the damn problem?
A: I don’t know.
ME: Why didn't he remove his shoes when I asked him?
A: I'm not sure.
ME: He's your friend, right?
A: Yes, he's a friend and colleague.
ME: Well if he's your friend and colleague why didn't he take off his shoes when you asked him?
A: What exactly are you doing? Going for some type of Guinness World Record- “how many questions I can ask in one night?” Enough is enough. No more.
ME: No, I'm not finished.
Sister begin to rub her temples. She does that whenever she feels a headache coming on.
A: Can you just let this go darling?.........Please?
I was more than happy to get her a bottle of Tylenol but there was absolutely no way I was going to let this go. I explained why:
ME: Who knows where his shoes were trampling around before coming over here. He’s going to dirty the carpets and leave scuff and scratch marks on the tiles.
A: His shoes don’t look dirty in fact they look polished and clean. I doubt he’s going to be tap dancing on the tiles so quit worrying about them getting scuffed and scratched. Besides, it’s only for a few hours.
I asked approximately 4 more questions and was on the verge of asking a 5th when "A" begged with folded hands once more that I let it go. Just as Ferragamo~Guy refused to take off his shoes I refused to “let it go.” Sister took me by the hand where in the kitchen she informed me I had 2 options:
1} Stay miserable for the rest of the night over his refusal of removing his shoes.
or
2} Ignore the fact he was wearing shoes and enjoy the rest of the night.
To Be Continued........
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I briefly blogged about a new TV series on AMC in my Halloween posts, “The Walking Dead.” I finally caught up with the missing episodes and I'm really liking it. Has anybody else been watching the show and if so what are your thoughts?
My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday!
Whatever your plans are have a tip-top weekend.~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
