Clooney watching

I am safely back at our little house on the island, having spent the day dodging evil glares.

Nippers, it turns out, is on Guana Cay, which is utterly beautiful. George Clooney is said to have bought something there. I spent the day looking, but I didn't see him. Beloved had chosen this day to wear his Obama T-shirt. Coming out of that particular closet in front of this particular crowd, who, from their stunned glances, clearly had different voting habits, was perhaps not the best idea.

I spent the day worrying about Beloved, and feeling as if I had somehow mistakenly stepped into the filming of MTV's new series: Spring Break, Guana Cay. Lots and lots of people far younger than I, sporting beers and buzzcuts, getting very drunk and dancing. There was one woman far older than I, rather fabulously poured into a purple bikini, who was clearly striving to be a MILF, draping herself over her daughter's teen, male, friends, and behaving rather fantastically if there should happen to be, say, a novelist who has an eagle eye and is always looking for great characters... I shall say no more, other than that I sincerely hope I move into my middle-aged years with grace and dignity, rather than with silicone breasts, dyed hair and inappropriate flirtations.

Ah well. It is all good material.

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