Speaking of life of leisure....it makes me remember a funny person from my past. I don't think I have shared this story on the blog yet, so here you go, sit back and enjoy.....I met "Martell" at Crazy Horse Too in Vegas a long time ago. This is before I moved to Vegas, I was still living in Long Beach and would go to Vegas and work. He was really cute I thought and funny, we would giggle a lot together and we started talking and hit it off. It turned out that his real name was Steven and not "Martell", I guess that was his stage name or something.
And Martell is also some sort of cognac and he would sip cognac sometimes and he had long fingernails.....I thought it was hilarious! He was a white boy wanting to be Eminem. We finally went to the movies one evening and then I drove Steven home (he didn't have a car) and we cuddled on the couch in his living room and shared a few kisses. Quite innocent and cute, like a teenage romance. Then he told me he had court in the morning. What? Well, next thing I know Steven is in the Clark County Detention Center! I can't remember what he did that landed him there but he was transferred to the prison in Lovelock, NV after that and was locked up for a while. I visited him I think twice in the detention center (not in prison), it was my first time ever to a place like that and it was quite interesting. Then we were pen pals for a while and he would send me letters full of prison art, like pencil drawings of Mickey and Minnie Mouse and hearts. I would tell him about my every day life and sent him some Backstreet Boys lyrics once.
One day I got a weird letter talking about him being a man of leisure, it was some form of a pimp manifesto. I guess Steven wanted to become a pimp or something. Well, he was fishing in the wrong creek. I would never in my life work for a pimp and I think they are scumbags.
I saw girls in Vegas in the clubs with pimps, or so we heard and I never understood it.
Well, after that letter I stopped writing Steven, I wasn't going to waste any time on him anymore. A few years ago he found me on Facebook and apologized for the letter. He said some guy in prison egged him on to write it, whatever. He was back in Vegas, working and seemingly doing good. He asked if I wanted to meet up next time I was in Vegas (I was in Anchorage at this point) and I was kind of vague about it. It didn't take long for the old Martell to come back, he got mad that I didn't jump on the invite to meet up and I promptly told him off and deleted him from my Facebook friends. I have a select few friends on my Facebook, these are people that I would actually talk to in REAL life and not only hit the like button for when they post something. That's how it works for ME personally, I'd rather have a few GOOD friends (and those are hard to find, I have learned this by living) than a bunch of random people that I call "friends", that I don't even know. No thanks.
The only creature in my life that I can give a life of leisure to with pleasure is Chhaya. And my Mom, of course.
Mandy sent me this the other day. Yes Mandy, I agree.....we are too pretty to work.
We deserve a life of leisure also. 🙂
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