No one told them about high tide

Every five years, a tsunami hits.

Rober and Laura were tired of City living and were at the point, they would do anything to get away from the noise, pollution, the density and the filth.

They attended a wedding on the island and fell in love with the sky, the water and the solitude. Their real estate agent swiflty found a newly built home, put the sales package together and was off on a trek to Himalayas. 

Laura could not have been happier. She carefully unpackced their belongings before they had to travel to Egypt for a month-long meeting about Climate and Change.

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The night they returned to their beautiful new home –  there were strong winds, then rain.

Rober said he had never heard a noise like the one that rumbled outside their home that night. It sounded like a train – a massive train – traveling at high speed. WIthin a minute they heard the ocean barrelling towards their home.

Tsunami.

 

 

 

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Screaming for attention. Deaf ears

She arrived for the luncheon at Kaluz in a swirl of designer labels.

She was carrying the Prada bag, a Hermes scarf tied around the handle. Her earrings were diamonds from Tiffany. Her necklaces were Elis Perretti. The diamond watch was a slim Rolex.  Her oversized, red, pen was Mont Blanc. Her hot pink, Faconnbale blazer matched her Armani capris. Her shoes were Fendi. She had just left Marco, the genius, at the Blow Bar minutes before. Per usual, she wanted to be seen and noticed.

Will Ferrell had just completed shooting a movie in her fair city that week. The crew had taken over an entire floor of the restaurant for a wrap-up celebration. The restaurant lobby was jammed with the Press, all rabid to score an interview with Ferrell. As she arrived, she was shuffled off to the smaller dining room to meet her friends. Their table, less than desirable, was in a dark corner. Not happy only begins to describe the ire of our Princess. The waiter recognized these fequent-flyer-ladies -who -lunch, and quickly took their order for “martinis, up, dry, two olives.”

Several martinis later, the ladies decided to crash the Ferrell party – in a stealth manner. They barely made it towards the elevator, before security guards stopped them and guided them back to their dark corner.

A flood of “Do you know who I am?” did not stop the Men in Black/with holsters, from asking the ladies not to bother them again.

The women all decided they hated “Elf.”

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What “Hit the Road, Jack” really means

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I left small, subtle hints that it was time for him to leave.

Early on, we both agreed I was the best girlfriend ever.

No doubt about it. I am the classic Peggy Lee W-o-m-a-n – (See below*)

And he had morphed into the quintessential Peggy Lee “Is that all there is?”

“…Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world. We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other’s eyes.
We were so very much in love.  Then one day…..I decided  he should go  away – hasta la vista, baby…  and when I did, I said to myself, “is that all there is to love?”

Ya, baby! So, hit the road, Jack…and, even though his name was Bartholomew – he took a hint.

Once again, learning about love in all the wrong places.

*I’m a WOMAN

If you come to me sickly you know I’m gonna make you well
If you come to me all hexed up you know I’m gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry you know I’m gonna fill you full of grits
If it’s lovin you’re likin, I’ll kiss you and give you the shiverin’ fits
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again
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