"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Clothes Make the Man

It was the annual Holiday party at Beautiful Nightmare studios. The entire staff attended, including both of the company’s chauffeurs. Richard hadn’t seen so many beautiful women assembled in one place, since he’d last received the Victoria’s Secret catalog, which was addressed, not to him, but to “Resident” care of his address.

Tonight, one of the beautiful young women who floated about the room, was eying him from afar, or so he thought. At first he imagined it was because she was attracted to his rugged good looks, but it turned out that when he finally got up enough nerve to ask her if she would like a drink from the open bar, she had said, “I just love men in uniform.” Sadly, he had left his chauffeur’s cap on Lola’s couch the previous evening, when Lola had informed him that the last thing she wanted to do on earth was to attend a major studio party with a man who wore a chauffeur’s uniform, even if the man looked like George Clooney--which, she quickly added, "Richard you do not."

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