The King and I

Elvis is Alive and he's living on TCM! Yeahhhh baby! For the nth time they have the same rockumentary on....you know the one they dust and bring out every Jan 8th and Aug 16th. But you know something? I don't care. The guy had something.

This morning, I get to work, slide into my seat, singing loudly "Can't help falling in love" and proclaim to TheCoolGuy,"The King is dead, but at least he was on the throne!" TheCoolGuy looks blankly at me. Well, what did I expect? He's into Buddha Bar, Techno and Fiddy!

But he's still a nice guy.

Morning is as usual spent on emails. At 10:30, though, I get up, straighten my bright-yellow-flowers-on-blue-background tie and unobtrusively walk out of the office. The parking lot is so crowded, it's difficult to get to my car. I take the car, dreadling all the while that I'll come back and be circling the lot for a space like a starved vulture. Hmm.

The photographer is a middle-aged Aussie named John (Hiya Mite!) with the regulation dirty jeans, Converse on his feet and an earring in his ear. Oh and he's wielding a massive Canon digicam. He goes through his routine coolly and surely, making me lean on my elbow on a table and clicks away incessantly. Almost no words spoken. Except sometimes he asks me to smile (show some teeth, mite!). I duly oblige, inwardly thinking that I surely look like I'm shooting for Dunston Checks In!

We wrap up the whole thing in 15 minutes and I shake hands with John (G'day, mite!), and am back to office. The photoshoot is an accompaniment to a press blah I'd given recently.

The day goes by.

It's getting to be dark when I come out of the office. Jennifer Rush is on the radio, proclaiming the power of love. Ahhh, that song has mega memories attached. All good ones.

I stop on the highway and dine somewhere, right next to a showroom that has a shiny red Ferrari in the window. It's lust at first sight!

Now finally, I'm home. Will probably fall asleep watching a series of Elvis movies.
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Today's MindPOD refrain: "...I live my life in taxicabs...."

Bye.