Well, I’m back from Palm Beach and it was a lovely restful time. I know there are tons of social events and party pics from the ‘scene’ in Palm Beach, but I was not a part of it. You don’t have to be to have a good time!
THE SEARCH FOR MR. ADEQUATE
1/26/07
By Susan Silver
My friend LL has a beautiful condo on an island about twenty minutes from the center of PB. It was destroyed in the Hurricane, but she’s redone it with great taste and it has views to die for out of every window of the ocean and the inlet.
Three of my favorite things are: lying in the sun, driving with the top down (on the car that is) and walking the beach. I got to do all of those and took a tennis lesson as well.
We took it easy, went out to dinner a few times and the most fun part was taking a golf lesson. A Dear Reader from Dallas had recommended it as a way to meet guys, but it was much more fun that just that! Kevin, our teacher at the Breakers took us on a ride through the course in a golf cart, telling us all the terms and rules and it is not just hitting the ball with the stick, er…clubs, kids, but many of you know that already.
In fact, the interesting thing for me was to learn NOT to hit the ball, which in tennis is a whole different ball game, she said cutely. He video taped us and that was really fun, to watch as he drew the same lines on us that you see the TV guys do to the pros. I have the beginning of a very nice stroke, thank you very much. We definitely are going to continue the game.
This was a test for our friendship, which is relatively new. Being together for five days that is. The only possible problems were perfume, I’m allergic to hers and she doesn’t like mine, so we went light on them, and driving. I love to drive and say modestly as Dustin Hoffman in ‘Rainman,’ I’m a very good driver. (I do not however repeat it constantly…yet.)
She doesn’t particularly like to drive and has a bit of night blindness which she told me as she was driving one night! Uh…
She did however constantly ‘brake’ from the passenger seat and utter a few gasps of precaution, but she apologized. Then I found myself ‘braking’ as well when she drove, so it just shows that when you are alone for too long and always driving yourself, you have to learn to relax and give up the control! As in other aspects of life!! Hmmm…
However, we are still speaking and LL actually invited me back which is nice considering she is a bit of a neat freak and I…well…you know.
It was a great escape for five days and I needed it, as now they are painting the apartment and that is really a pain in the ass! Everything covered in plastic, everything moved, and the fumes are killing me. I really think I would have had a fit if I hadn’t been so relaxed from Florida. Of course this is only the second day. Let’s see how many fits I have by next Friday.
While I was gone
So much happened in the few days I was gone, but I have to comment briefly on a couple of things.
First of all, “American Idol.” Thankfully, much has already been written about the cruelty that is now passing for entertainment. We watched it in Florida, horrified to see Simon and even the others attack some poor delusional, and in one case, mentally challenged Idol want-to-be’s.
Now, some of the jerks who come on knowing they are lousy are deserving of our laughter, no problem for me. That was funny in the first few seasons. And the ones with attitude who don’t get it deserve anything that’s said to them.
But now it is more of a freak show than talent show. There was a mother and daughter team that LL said were right out of Grey Gardens and that was a perfect description. They were really sort of pixilated and though they took the rejection well, it wasn’t a pretty thing to watch.
But the absolute worst was Simon going after one young guy I thought was cute in a kind of pixie way, calling him a ‘bush monkey.’ My heart broke and I really thought the kid was going to go home and do harm to himself. However...the old Andy Warhol maxim of everyone being famous for 15 minutes rescued him! He and his chubby sweet buddy, who it turns out was in the Special Olympics, were flown to NY to be on every talk show, so let’s hope the fun they got made up for the hurt.
I then read that the producers have actually seen the “losers” through three rounds before subjecting us and the judges. So they knew exactly what to expect and thus were using these people strictly for laughs.
Let’s get back to the singing which is what we enjoy and leave the torture to the Romans in the Coliseum.
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