Thursday, April 14, 2011

GurtyPare's Romantic Getaway in OldPeopleVille, FL

Arriving at Gurty's Gramma's condo in Florida after an unexpected 12-hour adventure made the arrival all the more desired.
Gramma Bussler's condo could not have been sexier. The front room is clad with baby-blue velvet stuffed couches with pink throw pillows, multiple chandeliers, mirrored walls and paintings of landscapes. The random sprinkling of glass angels and ceramic clowns only enhance the surrealness of this place.
Our new bedroom has a bright orange wall in front of a brighter orange dresser and two twin beds with navy blue comforters and silver metallic pillows. A color combination a robotic Tony the Tiger would adore, no doubt.

The condo's balcony looks right over that big, salty body of water I've missed so much.
Standing at the railing I look at all the people who have lived in their body's for decades longer than I've been on Earth.
They wade into the water and it's as if a de-evolution process is trying to take place. Maybe after 60 years ocean-side they'll grow back their gills and return to where we all came from. If they want it bad enough.

As for Gurty and I, we are content lying poolside, letting Artur, the 20-year-old cabana boy, adjust our umbrella and smile at us.
I'm immediately attracted, but Gurty reminds me of his past in Armenia shooting the limbs of the tied up victim who mugged his sister. Umm...

On a less violent note, while waiting outside the grocery store, an old dude from Argentina told me that Obama was born in a crystal ball. For whatever that brings to your day.

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