Cocaine Princess here.
To review Part 2:
Valentina was anxious that I go to my room and see the surprise that was waiting there for me but I was anxious in taking a whiff of the Caribbean Sea so I went outside and stood on the living room balcony. And there it was the sound I had been longing to hear– the sound of beach waves.....Ahh, this was like a symphony to my ears. Unfortunately the music didn’t last too long. Valentina dragged me back inside insisting I see the surprise.
ME: Okay, okay.
Making our way to my room I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a familiar face in the hallway.....
To Be Continued.
Part 3:
ME: Well, well, well we meet again.
I looked at Valentina.
ME: Is he still, you know.......
VALENTINA: Mental? More than ever.
Mental wasn’t the word I was going for, more like troubled.
ME: To be honest I wasn’t expecting to see him.
VALENTINA: SF refuses to get rid of him and no psychiatric facility will take him as a patient.
Gucci. We were talking about Gucci........The Guard Dog. If you’re unable to remember this troubled dog click here and here. He stood on all fours at attention. There were 2 other Dobermans in the suite but I knew this was Gucci on account of the collar. It had the designer’s colors and dangling from the collar was the double-G symbol. If it wasn’t for the goofy look on his face I would have been under the impression he was getting ready to attack.
ME: Is he guarding the room?
Valentina nodded.
ME: Why?
VALENTINA: Take a look inside.
And that's exactly what I did. Sitting on the bed were a pair of kissing swans made from towel origami. I thought at first maybe, just maybe Valentina’s daddy was inside the room waiting to surprise me with an early appearance and the whole him coming in a few days and Valentina pushing me to go to my room and Gucci in the hallway was all part of the plan. I checked the entire room, even behind the shower curtain and I did a quick peak under the bed. Nothing. I went back out.
ME: I didn’t see anyone in there.
VALENTINA: That’s because there isn't.
ME: Is there something of value in the room?
VALENTINA: No.
Am I missing something?
ME: Then why is he guarding this room? Who or what does he think he’s guarding?
VALENTINA: His imaginary friend.
Come again?
She explained:
Each time Gucci is fed he’ll set aside a piece of food from his dish and place it in the corner of the kitchen before finishing his own meal. The piece of food will stay there for hours. He doesn’t eat it but will frequently make visits throughout the day and just stares at it. The cleaning staff tried to throw the piece out but the mutt went ballistic, so one day they threw it out without him around and the next day Gucci set aside some more food. He once got a tennis ball and kicked it to the where the food was laying and then stood there waiting-- as if the ball would be kicked back to him. When he’s not setting aside food he swats at the air and will romp around like he’s playing with someone else. SF asked daddy if it would be okay to call in an animal behavior specialist. After spending the day with Gucci the behavior specialist concluded the pooch has an imaginary friend.
VALENTINA: You should see him with a chew toy-- you know that squeaky sound it makes– that sound scares the hell out of him. Gucci goes running in the opposite direction. I think the mongrel may actually be a scaredy cat in Doberman’s clothing.
Grinning in the style of the Cheshire cat she continued.
VALENTINA: I packed a chew toy just to annoy him, want me to go get it?
SF who had been listening chimed in.
SF: Leave him alone, understand?
I looked back and there he was looking at Valentina with those cold eyes. He reiterated his words again. Valentina responded with the following remark:
VALENTINA: Yo no hablo inglés...... {under her breath} Gringo.
The crisis in the Middle East would probably come to an end before the situation ever improves between these two. Hostile and aggressive as ever. My room was located at the end of the hall. 2 double wooden doors with swirly designs carved on both. My room could be best described as grand and lavish. Laying in the middle of the king size bed was an exquisite arrangement of orchids and beside it a medium size grey box with a note laying beside it. It was a loving and tender message from Valentina’s daddy. Picking up the box I was assured by my bf I would “absolutely love” what was inside.
ME: You know what’s in here?
VALENTINA: Uh-huh. I was there helping him choose the pieces.
Hmm, pieces....so whatever was inside there was more than one. To receive an more wow factor I closed my eyes as I opened the lid, counted to 3 and then re~opened them. There were 4 different pieces of gold and emerald baubles. Simply amazing!
VALENTINA: Colombian emeralds. None of that Zambian crap.
Valentina is convinced the only true emeralds on this wonderful planet of ours come only from the Mother~Land, Colombia. Anyplace else and they’re not true emeralds. She excused herself for a moment and while I was alone with my new 4 best friends I tried on 2 of the pieces and admired how they looked on me by looking in the mirror on the dresser table. Had it been daytime I might have pulled an Elizabeth Taylor. Allow me to explain: I’m a big fan of the late and great actress. { “During her marriage to Mike Todd, Elizabeth was swimming laps in the pool at their villa in St.-Jean-Cap-Ferrat when he surprised her with a trio of Cartier boxes containing this magnificent suite of ruby jewels. Without a mirror at hand to see how her new jewels looked, she studied her reflection in the pool instead.”} Valentina re~appeared but wasn’t empty handed. She was holding a tray of drinkies.
ME: Can’t this wait until morning?
Putting the tray down on the bed she reminded me it was morning.
ME: You know what I mean.
VALENTINA: You know the rules. Winter vaycay doesn’t officially start until we’ve had Rum Runners.
To Be Continued....
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
