Forgive me readers for it has been far too long since my last post. During the last months much has occurred. I was proposed to (twice), I was in Paris, Oslo, Mexico, lost a friend, became a royal bridzilla for a brief stint and started writing for a travel review website called Our Man on The Ground (which I absolutely love). [I intend to write about this and let you know about all of this, just you wait.]
I decided to write today because as I wandered along the alley behind the Venice board walk I overheard two people talking rather vociferously. As these young men, with their trousers sagging, their cap tilted sideways and their sin glasses covering most of their head, gestured enthusiastically with their hands, feet and midriff I managed to grasp that they were complaining about a common friend. These two men, slightly afeminate in tone and maneurisms, managed to paint a rather lucid picture with flowery words. Never before had I head the use of certain four letter words in such artistic expressions of disgust. It was glorious. I slowed down my pace and as I wandered out of ears length I heard the last exasperated comment emanate from their pursed lips, “and besides….what business is it his?!” Lets face it, asking what business is it his is a form of contemporary Shakespearean language that made my heart beat happily. If these two sassy hoochie men were in any play they would boast a massive success.
As I continued my walk I realized it was time to return to the jenny blog. From now on I am back with my life commentaries, I have fresh stories up my sleeves and much to tell….
For now I am off to shower and dress for a dinner with some people Carlos and I met at a restaurant a few weeks ago. Inspired by my Shakespearean hoochie men a new phrase has been born just in time for the weekend. Say it loud, say it proud, “what business is it his?!”